Eleanor's POV
The memory of that night still lingered in the back of my mind, like a shadow that refused to leave. I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me as I sat across from Jarvis, the silence between us thick and suffocating. Alexander was to my right, his presence a solid, reassuring force, yet his eyes were distant, cold.
We were back in Alexander's study, the room dimly lit by the glow of a single lamp. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and old books, and the walls seemed to close in around us, trapping us in this moment of revelation. I could see the tension in Alexander's jaw, the way his hand gripped the arm of his chair just a little too tightly. He was holding himself back, I knew, for my sake. But I could feel the anger simmering just beneath the surface, a storm waiting to break.
