Eleanor's POV
Shut up, I snapped at Beatrice.
As if waking from a trance, Keith's stunned expression hardened into a frown. "Where are you going, dressed like that?"
"I'm heading to the club with my friends."
"You're still going to that place?" he asked, his voice a low growl of disapproval.
I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying, Stop acting like you don't know! Weren't you the one who agreed to meet me there? Instead, I forced a casual tone. "Did I ever say I would stop going?"
He took the final steps up until he was standing right in front of me. I gripped the banister, my knuckles turning white, terrified his intense stare alone would make my legs give out. I felt completely exposed under his gaze, my skin prickling with awareness. I even saw his throat work as he swallowed.
"You're our mate," he said, his voice low. "Shouldn't you be at least a little considerate?"
