poisoned

Andre’s POV

“ What is going on?” I panicked as I kept on contemplating what exactly could be wrong. I didn't like this. I never had.

Eleanor lay down, almost winded as she tried to breathe effortlessly. I was a mess. Not any better than she was.

“ Aren't you going after Phoebe?” I threw him a sizzling gaze, one that told him to shut his mouth up, before pacing up and down still. I had a hand underneath my chin. My stomach churned endlessly at the possibility that I wouldn't have her with me anymore.

“ What exactly is wrong with her? Why isn't my mate doing or saying anything?” I was a mess, and better than I should have been.

“ Your majesty” I could see that he was fidgeting, I didn't know if it was underneath my gaze or something else had to do with it, but he was shaking like a fallen leaf would have been.

“ Yes, speak up” any more minute and I would snap. He was taking a lot of time and I didn't like that.

“ She was poisoned” A ding sound resonated through the atmosphere as