C43 Chapter 43

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