Helena was sleeping, but not deeply enough to miss the door opening and closing. Someone was entering her room in the dead of night. It couldn't be Adam. He wasn't the sneaking type.
Slowly she reached over and grabbed the water pitcher on the night stand. Whomever it was, if they got close enough Helena would bash their head in.
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