(Eleanor's POV)
“You think you can just walk away?”
My father’s voice was low and dangerous.
He stepped closer to me. So close I could smell the cologne on him. The one he always wore when he wanted to scare someone.
“You think Lucian is your safe heaven?” he laughed, but there was no humor in it.
“Oh, you think a brother can save you from his own brother?”
My chest tightened at his words. But he didn’t even seem to care about the unease on my face.
“Don’t you want to know?” he continued. His eyes were sharp, watching me for a reaction.
“Don’t you want to know why you married Marcus instead of Lucian?”
My sight blurred at his words and my ears rang.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” My mother chimed in from behind him. Her voice was sweet and poisonou
