Hunter’s POV

“What is this?” My voice comes out low, controlled, despite the rage building inside me like a pressure cooker about to blow. The bathroom steam clings to my skin, making everything feel more suffocating, the expensive marble walls closing in around me. The package in my hand feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.

Helena’s perfect smile falters as her eyes lock onto the pills in my hand. For just a second, something flickers across her face - panic, maybe guilt, ...