Eleanor's POV
How have you been holding up? Chloe's voice was gentle, a balm on raw nerves. How is everything?
The simple, caring question broke the last of my control. The dam holding back all the fear, anger, and loneliness shattered.
I burst out, the words pouring through the mental link in a frantic, tangled rush. I told her everything. About my so called mother. About the betrothal to Hugo—a narcissistic monster who made my stupid ex-boyfriend look like a charming, harmless puppy in comparison. About the constant threats, the training, the suffocating weight of the prophecy.
