Hermosa Pov

I took a halt while Eleanor's face drained completely of color, fear slowly replacing her facial features.

We were suddenly interrupted, and neither of us took notice on time.

"What is going on here?" His voice boomed through the room, the air slowly coming to life.

I was angry, and the mark on my neck still itched. "Care to explain?" I hurled at him, my lips seething with rage. He was surprised by my stance.

He ignored my questions, turning to face a frightened ...