Eleanor’s POV
“What’s wrong?” Alexander asked, clearly worried.
He was holding me tightly to his chest, his hand combing through my hair in a soothing motion.
“We’ve won this battle, but the war is certainly not over. Now isn’t the right time to dive into all of this, but we need to get my stuff back. I can’t I nearly forgot. I got caught up in my rage, and it blinded me to everything else,” I hissed, angry at myself.
“I trust you, Eleanor, but can’t you give me something to go on?”
I shook my head. “Not here. In the car ride home. I don’t really want any prying ears. These people deserve some rest, not more information that could scare them,” I whispered back. “Please, just drop it for now until we’re on our way home.”
I noticed the conflict in his face. He seemed to want to push
