Eleanor's POV
A storm of emotions churned inside me—betrayal, deceit, a white-hot anger, and worst of all, a deep, burning shame. Shame that I had been such a fool. That I hadn't figured it out.
That I'd been so easily tricked by everyone, including the one being who was supposed to be an inseparable part of me.
I turned and slowly walked away, my steps careful and silent on the floor. The hunger in my stomach was completely gone, replaced by a cold, hard knot of rage. I made my way back upstairs, my mind screaming.
I can't believe you, I seethed at Beatrice. You hid this from me. You are so fucking selfish! You don't care about how I feel at all!
She seemed to preen at the accusation. I'll take that as a compliment. That's exactly who I am. Are you really so stupid you didn't figure that out by now? Her voice was a vicious purr. I'm doing this for us. For you. And one day, you're going to thank me for it.
