Eleanor's feet felt like lead. She'd been too abrupt showing up here, she realized. Maybe it would've been better to stay away.
She turned to leave. Julian's hand closed around her wrist before she got far.
"Julian, that hurts"
Her face twisted with the pain, and he loosened his grip, just slightly.
"You still remember how to cry out in pain, Eleanor? My mother had to be hospitalized because of you."
"I'm sorry."
She said it first, meant it.
She genuinely hadn't wanted things to spiral this far.
Julian stared her down, his gaze sharp enough to cut.
"If anything happens to her, you'll answer for it."
The threat didn't come with much heat behind it. It landed heavier for that, sat in Eleanor's chest until she could barely breathe around it.
"Julian!"
Cassandra rounded the corner,
