Eleanor's POV
Scarlet rose from her seat in an instant, a violent motion I thought would end with her lunging across the table. But she stopped herself. She inhaled sharply, a visible effort to reel the fury back in. The result was a stiff, brittle smile that looked painful.
"If you're trying to get a scene out of me, it isn't going to work," she said, her voice clipped.
She picked up her glass of water, drained it in one go, and set it down with a precise click. "Your time in this house is running out," she stated, her eyes boring into mine. "So you'd better enjoy it while it lasts. I won't sit idle and watch someone else with my mates. With my men. They belong to me. And one day, Eleanor, you'll watch them licking my feet."
With that, she turned and walked out of the dining room, her heels tapping a cold, final rhythm on the floor.
