Eleanor grew agitated, knowing that stopping Damien would be difficult. Yet, she tried. "I want to stay alone. Please. We will talk tomorrow."
"Esme, dear." His voice was gentler as if he was coaxing her. "Let me in. Only me. I need to check that you are okay."
Eleanor instinctively touched her throat, her fingertips stained with blood. She thought Damien would surely go mad.
"I am fine." She looked around the room and found a towel on the hanger. "You should rest. You must be tired." She took the towel and wiped the blood.
"Don't force me to break the door, dear Esme." He sounded more like threatening her even though his tone was low. "Open it." It was a command, and Eleanor shuddered.
If he had to break the door down, the guards and other maids would rush in. Eleanor couldn't let it happen. Since he had already known about her so much, she could show him her star. In this way, she could convince him to keep everyone away from her after sundown.
