Eleanor's POV
Scarlet scrambled to her feet, clutching her stomach but already finding her voice. "She attacked me! Out of nowhere! I was just standing here and she—" She pointed at me, her face a mask of wounded innocence. "Kieran, please. Help me."
I stared at him, waiting for the dismissal. Waiting for him to look at her with the same cold disdain I felt. He wouldn't help her. He couldn't.
But he did.
Kieran moved past me without a glance and reached for Scarlet's arm, steadying her. She leaned into him immediately, her hand gripping his sleeve, and shot me a look of pure, venomous triumph.
Something in my chest cracked.
I forced my voice to stay even, cold. "This doesn't concern you. Stay out of it."
He finally looked at me. His eyes were empty. Flat. "Harming someone close to me is my concern."
Close to him? Since when? Since when was Scarlet anything to him? She was clinging to him like a vine, and he was letting her. Letting her.
