Eleanor's POV
As the servants carried his unconscious wife away, Mr. Moore finally found his voice, though it was a stammering, terrified thing. "Y-You... monster..."
I retracted my claws, the sharp points sliding back into my fingertips. The gesture did nothing to calm him.
"I didn't come here for revenge," I stated, my voice flat. "Not for any of the things you've done. I just want information about the day I was born. I want to find my real family. So you shouldn't hesitate to give it to me. You don't want anything to do with me, and this is the fastest way to make that happen."
His fear twisted into a familiar, ugly authority. "Guards!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "Someone call the police! I will not be under the same roof as a monster!" He pointed a trembling finger at me. "You'll be locked away! Don't you know the rules? Supernaturals aren't to reveal themselves! I'll have you taken! That will be your punishment for how you've always treated my real daughter!"
