Chapter 21. Helena POV

The last few hours were some of the unhappiest of my life. I had always assumed that I was the one keeping secrets, never had it even crossed my mind that he could be keeping some from me. We had never argued before, as I absent-mindedly pulled on a long flowing red gown, a square cut at the chest and long sleeves, I struggled to calm down. My dramatic brown curls were loose and blowing wildly as I paced about the room.

I had always assumed we never would find ourselves like this. This is how you build on your mate bond Fyre urged, getting out of this as one.

Fyre had certainly matured in the past year.  Before she would suggest I turn rogue, run for the hills, and start again like an impetuous teenager. Now it was like having a wise old sage living in my head. I felt Fyre bristle at the comparison, you should try listening to me then, was her annoying response.

Internally I raged at Fyre about how angry I was, how long it's been going on, getting silence b