Lucas Delos stood over her, his body tense, his eyes scanning the distance for something that Helen couldn’'t see from her position on the ground.

“'Are you injured?'” he asked in a low, unsteady voice, still looking out over her head. There was blood on his lip and his shirt was torn.

Helen had a bare moment to say she was fine before she heard the sobbing sisters start to whisper.

Auteur: Josephine Angelini