Eleanor's POV
The reality of what I was doing crashed down on me. I saw the terror in her eyes, felt the frantic beat of her pulse against my palms. Revulsion flooded my system. I released her so suddenly she crumpled to the floor in a heap, gasping and choking for air.
The second she could draw breath, she used it to scream. "HELP!! SHE IS TRYING TO KILL ME! SHE WANTS ME DEAD!"
The sound of running footsteps echoed through the hall. Servants appeared, their eyes wide with shock.
Then my parents arrived, their faces a mirror of horror as they took in the scene: Priscilla on the floor, sobbing hysterically, and the vivid, angry red marks blooming around her pale neck.
My father's face contorted with a rage I'd never seen before. He crossed the distance in two strides. "You monster!" he roared, and his open hand connected with my face with a force that snapped my head to the side and sent me sprawling to the cold floor. Pain exploded across my cheekbone.
