ELEANOR
“What do you mean by ‘betrayal,’ exactly?” I asked, my voice as steady as I could manage.
Armando didn’t even look at me, rather he just stared into his own reflection, a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “I think you heard me clearly Eleanor, so let’s not make this difficult. Asking me to repeat myself… it’s not exactly a clever look for you.” He glanced at me briefly, but long enough to throw me a sideways smirk. “Not that you were all that smart to begin with. But at least try to pretend, hmm?”
My stomach tightened, the familiar sting of his insults pressing against my patience. But I was too exhausted to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I’d learned by now that snapping back only fed his need to humiliate me further. So, I just bit my tongue, letting th
