#Chapter 86 My Nana’s Rings

Helen POV The night was worse than the daytime. At least the damn wizard had backed off by now, leaving some kind of leverage over my body to make me stay in place, humiliated in the town square while bloody and beaten. I kneeled, needing sleep, my eyes swollen and my throat tight from being seized by power so often. I just need Justin to stay back. He can’t come after me. I don’t know how Juden will do it, but his plan for me to kill Justin scared me more than anything else ever could. If Justin is safe, then I’m fine dying out here. I leaned back, the cold breeze slipping past my freezing, battered body. I could hear the steps but I stopped caring who it was anymore. It didn’t matter. Everyone here hated me anyways. “Still hanging on, I see,” my father grumbled, throwing a blanket over whatever is left of my figure. He sat down, legs crossed leisurely before him, uninterested or concerned for my wellbeing. At least the blanket brought me some semblance of warmth.