Myka raised an eyebrow at Helena for the pseudonym. Yes, Myka caught it was a reference to Helena’s mother, but she could have sworn Helena was closer to her father. And she was proven right when she noticed the sneer.
“I’m sure whatever you write will be as fantastic as your other books.”
There was a short pause before Myka spoke again. She was trying to figure out how to word her question as best as possible. She wasn’t trying to push HG, but she knew the woman bottled feelings and let them fester until they burst out in dangerous ways.
“Helena,” Myka said softly. “You said in your texts some people you cared about were sent home. If you want to talk about that now we can.”