train to Ashford hadn’t taken long at all and Helena felt an immediate sense of relaxation that came with the quiet. Ophelia had grunted in the direction of her colleagues before demanding room service. Helena’s room was connected by a single door, for which she was both relieved and disappointed. A separate bedroom at least gave her some distance, but the door meant Ophelia would hear her if she had disturbed sleep. Guaranteed Ophelia and her Vulcan-like hearing would notice. Once she’d eaten copious amounts of food, Ophelia announced it was past her bedtime and was asleep within minutes, leaving Helena twiddling her thumbs. A glance at her watch told her to do something more useful than attempting to bore herself into exhaustion. Taking a walk seemed like a good idea. She’d be perfectly safe doing so as she was hardly walking through Hackney. Making her way from the estate, she ended up on what was supposed to be the main road, but instead looked like a country path.It was pitch black outside and gloomy grey clouds looked heavy with rain.
