Eleanor had the guts to do it after doing her a favor.
Elliot gritted his teeth; not an ounce of his anger subsided since the news.
Of course, Anasthasia was livid to hear it as well.
Both of them went on their way to Royal Palace grounds, undetected. She glanced around to see a few maids-in-waiting and other personnel shuffling across the marbled floor.
"We're just charging here; this is not like you, Tasha."
"Silence, Elliot."
He locked his jaws and lips sealed from the menacing countenance she bore in front of her.
When Anasthasia found out how Eleanor passed the blame onto the Millards, it lit her eyes ablaze. She held tight on 'Seraphine' but showed a lackluster effect on its shaft.
It piqued her curiosity what she had been up to all along, to use so much of the divine energy that was gathered in surplus for her.
Even then, he just groaned in silence.
'She was going to do it regardless.'
