It had been Helen's biggest fear, being thrown into that ridiculous spell again. Even with Paris now dead, she was terrified she would turn around and find him waiting. All she wanted was to be completely rid of it once and for all.
Helen's brow wrinkled as she frowned, shaking her head. "I've never wanted to be with that bastard. Not before, not now. I hate him," she said firmly. She grabbed his hand and turned to look at him, "Patroclus, I'm so sorry."