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, but long enough to throw me a sideways smirk. “Not that you were all that smart to begin with. But at least try to pretend, hmm?”