Chapter 52

• With that in mind, I headed towards the slave chambers, shoving my fists into my pockets in order to maintain a semblance of control over the rage that was eating at me.
• I was halfway to the slave quarters when I saw Mark heading towards me, bearing a huge smile on his face and my anger spiked.
• The very first thought that crossed my mind was Mark being a part of this. Everything pointed at him setting everything up, maybe to prove a point, -showing me that I'd indeed been lying to myself and that Eleanor had been unconsciously placed on some kind of pedestal in my head.