Eleanor's POV
My head was pounding, a relentless drumbeat against my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut against the morning light. Gosh, what happened? Oh, right. The drinks. The club.
I tried to push past the fog, grasping for other memories. I remembered the loud music, the blur of lights. Coming back to the estate. The triplets... their furious faces... but the conversation was a complete blank. What did we even talk about?
Oh, for Moon's sake, Beatrice's voice cut through the haze, sharp and exasperated. Shall I remind your dull human brain? You almost got us both killed last night.
What? How?
You declared a formal rejection, she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Our heart nearly gave out. It was a spectacularly stupid move, even for you.
Fragments of memory rushed back—the searing pain in my chest, my legs buckling, the world going black.
