Roxy's POV
What the actual fuck am I looking at? One second Eleanor's fine, the next she's on the ground convulsing like she's possessed. My gut twists into a knot.
"What the hell did you do to her?" I snarl, rounding on Chloe.
"It's a Bloodlust Catalyst," she says, her voice way too calm for this shitstorm. "Eleanor has officially begun her training."
"Training?" I spit the word out. "This looks like fucking torture!"
We all stumble back as a wave of pure, murderous intent slams into us. It's coming from Eleanor. She's growling, low and guttural, a sound that doesn't belong to the suck up woman I know.
"Mira, tell her to stop this!" I snap.
Mira's face is pale. "Dr. Chloe, this is too much."
"Do you want her to gain control or not?" Chloe retorts, her eyes hard. "Did you think it would be a pleasant afternoon of meditation?"
