‘Helen’s been staying at the Morrígan’s castle while we’ve been there. Not that we’re staying together. It’s a big place,’ he finished quickly. Shock rocked through me and I sat abruptly back on the bed. Ugh! I hadn’t seen that coming. My own green-eyed monster reared up and snarled, surprising me with its strength. But my fury was more than just jealousy. Damn it. Helen the Witch-bitch was pure poison; even if he couldn’t admit that before, surely he couldn’t deny it now, not after what she’d done to him and their daughter. I balled my hands, glared up at him. ‘How the hell could you let her near Nicky again, after what she did?’ He raked his hand through his hair. ‘Nicky doesn’t know. She doesn’t remember much about what happened, and she was brighter once Helen turned up, so I agreed not to tell her anything.’ I shot him a disbelieving look. ‘You agreed?’ ‘Helen . . . yes, I agreed.’ In other words, it had been the Witch-bitch’s idea, and she’d somehow persuaded Finn to go along with it.
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