Eleanor povI couldn’t sleep.My body burned as though it were on fire, restless and aching as I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind refused to be still, drifting endlessly, crowded with images I couldn’t escape.It had been two hours.Two hours since what happened at the dining table. Two hours since I saw a woman on her knees before Alexander. Two hours since I watched him end her life without hesitation, just a flick of his hand, claws extending, and her head rolled across the floor. Her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open, as if she hadn’t even realized she was already dead.Two hours since I felt his breath against my ear, heard those words spoken so quietly, yet so clearly.“Red… it suits you far better than blue.”And yet, none of that was why I couldn’t sleep.Not the blood. Not the violence. Not everything that had happened under twenty four hours. No.The reason for my restlessness was something far more shameful, something I didn’t even want to admit to myself.
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