Novel & Cerita Helen Park Cold War

But there was something else—something new. A candle burned faintly on the old piano in the corner. Someone had been here. Recently. Liam motioned for me to stay back as he moved forward, his gun raised. I followed anyway, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Kayla,” a voice said softly from the shadows. My breath caught. Helen stepped into view, her face illuminated by the candlelight. She looked exactly the same—poised, calm, her eyes sharp and knowing. Not a single trace of the wound I’d seen her die from.