THE PAST RETURNS
Glande's POV
My heart stopped.
The noise of the ballroom seemed to disappear all at once.
The music.
The laughter.
The clinking of champagne glasses.
Everything faded into the background.
All I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat.
Eleanor stood before me, her elegant smile never leaving her face.
To anyone watching us, we looked like two women engaged in a pleasant conversation.
Only I knew the truth.
Only I understood the danger hidden behind her calm expression.
"So..." she repeated softly, "we've finally found each other again."
I forced myself to remain composed.
"I don't know what you mean."
A quiet laugh escaped her lips.
"Still pretending."
"That's impressive."
"I've learned a great deal about survival over the years."
Her eyes narrowed
