Hermosa pov

I looked at the shadow in front of me, her nails painted a shade of bright red with high heeled shoes.

If it wasn't Eleanor! I clenched my jaw in anger, anger simmering from within. She had bond me, even when I was powerless to hurt her.

Instinctively, I wanted to push her down the cold floor, atleast hurting her back wouldn't be bad.

"Where are you taking the subject to?" she drawled on the last line, making it me want to punch those perfect set of teeth. Her throat held a new ...