ElenaI turned slowly, the phone still clutched in my shaking hand, to find Eleanor standing a few feet away, her expression already shifting from relief into something far more guarded the second she noticed my face.“Elena,” she said carefully. “What is it?”I held the phone out without a word, watching her eyes move across the screen, watching the color drain slowly from her face as she read it.“That is not true,” she said, though something in her voice lacked the immediate, certain denial I had expected.“Eleanor.” My own voice came out unsteady now, exhaustion and fear and a fresh, unwelcome suspicion all tangling together at once. “What did you agree to twenty-one years ago?”She did not answer right away, her eyes darting toward Marcus, toward Ryder, toward the chaos still unfolding around the Council chamber as elders continued their urgent, overlapping discussions following Elder Whitmore’s removal.“Not here,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Ele
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