* Eleanors POV*

I force myself to take deep, steady breaths, pushing down the rage and pain threatening to consume me. My hands shake with the effort of controlling emotions that want to tear Luke apart with my bare hands.

I can't let my feelings cloud my judgment. Not when I have such a precious opportunity. Six years of foreknowledge is useless if I act on impulse and blow my cover in the first hour.

Luke stares at me from the floor where I slapped ...