She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 113

The next afternoon.

Sabrina arrived at Faye’s house right on time.

Faye had been home all day, keeping close to Yvette. The little girl was in a fragile state—clinging to her, unable to let her out of sight even for a moment. Yvette’s sense of security was threadbare.

The night before, Yvette had been plagued by nightmares. She’d tossed and turned, waking up several times, unable to find any real rest. Maybe it was the unfamiliar surroundings, or maybe she just hadn’t managed to shake off the shadows of her old life. Either way, it would take time to heal.

Sabrina sat down, reached into her purse, and slid a folded note across the table to Faye. “I need you to send someone to protect the people listed here.”

Faye, puzzled, took the note and unfolded it. There was an address, and two names written beneath.

“That’s it? Just protect these two?” Faye asked, a little unsure. She’d expected something far more complicated. For her, this was barely a favor—hardly even a condition.

“I want them kept absolutely safe. My identity could bring them trouble—real trouble. Please, you have to make sure nothing happens to them.”

The address was Cloud Village—the place where Sabrina had grown up. After her adoptive parents died, she’d been left alone again, just another orphan. It was the Yeager family—Agnes Yeager, in particular—who’d taken her in, kept her from starving, and given her a sliver of hope.

When Agnes passed away, her daughter Jenna and son Lennox had stepped up to help. Jenna was twenty now, Lennox only eight—the same age as Yvette.

Jenna always stood protectively in front of Sabrina and Lennox, shielding them from bullies. She worked long hours in a factory, and every payday, she’d treat them to a rare meal with real meat.

And Lennox—though just a boy—trailed after Jenna every day, calling her “sis,” declaring himself a man who would protect his two sisters. Those years, as hard as they’d been, were filled with laughter and warmth. They may not have had enough to eat or decent clothes to wear, but they’d had each other. They’d had the kind of love that can’t be bought.

Sabrina reached into her jacket and pulled out a little wooden figurine, carved with the word “Linden.” Lennox had made three of them—one for each of them. They couldn’t afford proper charms, so he’d carved these instead, insisting that some wise old master would protect them.

Faye turned the wooden figure over in her hand. It was plain, unremarkable—and yet she understood.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” Faye promised, glancing up the stairs. She lowered her voice. “I think Yvette’s awake. Come upstairs with me?”

Before Sabrina could answer, Faye gently took her hand and led her up to the second floor.

Yvette was lying on the bed, eyes wide open, as if still trying to make sure she was somewhere safe.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake. Let’s get you dressed,” Faye cooed, planting a soft kiss on her daughter’s cheek.