FAYE
I looked between Helen and Roman like maybe one of them would suddenly explain this in a way that actually made sense.
But nothing.
Roman was now sitting up on the floor, trying to catch his breath, while the room itself felt frozen around us.
My anchor. How?
Helen had called him my anchor.
No.
No, that couldn’t be right.
Alexander was supposed to be the anchor.
Alexander was the one who stood beside me through the ritual.
Alexander was the one who held my hand while Helen performed the binding.
Roman wasn’t even there.
My voice came out before Alexander could speak again.
“What do you mean?”
I could hear the confusion in my own tone.
I stepped slightly closer, staring at Helen.
“Roman wasn’t even part of the ritual,” I said. “He wasn’t even in the room.”
Helen’s expr
