CHAPTER FIFTEEN
‘Okay, Callie, this has gone on long enough. You really have to forget Lancelot and move on with your life,’ El said impatiently.
She reached for another piece of toast and spread it thickly with marmalade. Callie stared into her cup of coffee. It was all she could face for breakfast. El pushed the toast in front of her.
‘Eat,’ she commanded. ‘What are you going to achieve by starving yourself to death? Anyone would think you were the real Elaine of Astolat!’
‘I’m not hungry,’ Callie muttered.
‘She was part of the legend, that’s why she became immortal. All you’ll be is forgotten, just one more sad victim of anorexia,’ El said bluntly.
With all her heart, she wished she’d never encouraged Callie to go to Arundel Castle. At the very least she should never have left her
