Eleanor's POV
Alfred shifted his stance slightly, and my eyes darted past him to see Sir Kieran was leaning against the frame, his arms crossed. How long had he been standing there?
He stepped forward, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "If you didn't want any part of this," he said, his voice a low, silken taunt, "then you shouldn't have manipulated my brother into thinking you're our mate."
How many times would I have to say it? The fight drained out of me, replaced by a weary resignation. Arguing was pointless. I placed my napkin on the table and stood up.
