Guarded Desire
ion-training, fighting, protecting. But standing in the Sinclair mansion, wa
ight, Eleanor hid them beneath long-sleeved gowns and perfectly composed smiles. She played
n saw th
body, in the way she subtly avoided Richard's touch,
an audience, the per
e
lves for their generosity while sipping thousand-dollar champagne. Logan stood at his usual post, keeping watch
r frame, her dark hair swept into an elegant updo. But Lo
pleasantries. Eleanor stayed close, a delicate smile fixed on her lips. It wasn't until an
wi
of discomfort before she quickly masked
ard's eyes. A warning. Eleanor must have seen it too becau
w better. Richard wouldn't make a scene in public. He ne
Afte
her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Richard followed behind, his us
e hell w
ng at him to intervene. But he staye
t you mean," Elea
hissed. "Do you have a
nce.
ry," she
enched h
ger in his voice chilli
tairs. Richard stood there for a moment, running a han
upstairs. He had no plan, no reason for being there, excep
the night sky. The city lights shimmered in the distance,
tepped onto the balcony. She
omewhere else?" she said softly,
Logan
minated her face, and that's when he saw it. A fresh mark
d instinctively pulled her
ng." His voice
t it was a hollow t
she didn't have to live like this, that she wasn'
d, "If you ever ne
omething unreadable in her eyes. And t
kno
uch. But it
r never ignored