Eleonore’s POV
“We should go,” James said as he came up to me. “Staying here isn’t a good idea.”
But I didn’t hear him, not really. My mind was too focused on everything around and everything around me all at once. The stench of the dead bodies behind me suddenly overwhelmed my senses and I didn’t know how I had not realized it before.
“Eleonore--?” He shook my arm, placing his hand gently on my shoulder to gain my attention. I was so aware of everything… everything…
Bastian.
Bastian had died. And then he was alive—and then… and then we were standing in a building and he… What had he said to me? Saved them--?
He was a murderer—
Bastian was… he killed, no, that’s not important he was going to help me? No, he… Bastian was behind it? Those killings and kidnappings. Men and women from Rhett and Hayden’s pack—Aunty Alethea, did she know?