Eleanor:
“So, now this place is yours?” I asked, growing curious about the story of the beautiful garden that I was in.
“Yes,” Alpha Killian said, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked by my side. “She used to love coming here and was sure to have a print on everything that was in the garden. You can imagine that she was even monitoring the men as they built her stable. I didn’t blame her, though, it was her thing and she aimed to make it perfect.”
“But why not use or keep it open?” I asked before looking down at my feet as I feared his reaction. “I don’t mean to be harsh or rude with my question, but I am curious about your own perspective.”
“I would have loved to, but a part of me believes that if the door stays closed, she would never leave,” Alpha Killian said, taking a deep breath. “And another part is refusing to believe that she was killed in front of me.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. A faint smile played on his lips for a second before he looked at a rose that fell from its branch. I was somewhat surprised about the size of the place considering the fact that we’d been walking for a good while before reaching the stable.
“Each one of us has his own traumatic past, something that happened that changed their lives for good,” he said, and I nodded in understanding. “What about you? What is your story? Your family?”
I froze for a few seconds as my chest ached. I knew that him finding out who I was would be fatal for me. If he wasn’t the one to kill me, it would be Elton, and that wasn’t something that I wanted to risk.