Eleanor’s POV
I picked up the now cleaned off silver knife Prusilla had plunged into my mate and leisurely made my way down the hallway. I didn’t want to seem too eager to begin this process with Robert. I needed to pump him for information before deciding what to do with him. He had put me through hell, and I relished the thought of returning the favor.
“How do you want to proceed?” I heard Alexander ask behind me.
I turned around, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Like, are you good cop, and I’m bad? Or are we team tagging this? Or…?”
“Alex, it’s just going to me and him.”
He frowned at me. “Won’t you need help? If he gets away?”
“You think I can’t handle myself?” I questioned, tilting my head to one side.
“No, no…” Alexander quickly backtracked. “I just assumed-”
I cut him off.
