ELEANOR POV
“When you bury the truth deep enough, it eventually claws its way back up.”
The morning after the dinner, Devon walked into our room like a large, looming, quiet.
I had been awake long before him.
Just lying there. Still. Like glass. Fragile on the outside, shattered on the inside.
He stood by the doorway for a few seconds, as if unsure whether he had the right to step closer. When he finally did, his steps were cautious, like he was approaching something wild.
Something dangerous.
Me.
Our eyes met for the briefest second, and I forced a smile. I had to. I needed to play dumb.
I couldn’t afford for him to know that I remembered. I heard the snarl. That I saw those gold, inhuman eyes staring at me from across the dinner table like I was prey.
“Are you okay?” he asked,
