Eleanor's POV
I am so screwed.
The words loop in my head like a death sentence. The brothers think I did something to Kayden. How do I even begin to explain that I was just trying to get away from a human trafficker and ended up in the wrong bathroom? That their brother was the one who hugged me? That his touch did things to my body I'm still trying to process?
Gosh, can my life get any worse?
A gentle tap on my shoulder makes me flinch so hard I nearly fall off the chair. I look up to see the butler, Sir Alfred, standing there with a kind, patient expression.
"My apologies, Miss Eleanor," he says. "I've been calling your name. You seemed… elsewhere."
"I—I'm so sorry," I stammer, my face heating with a fresh wave of embarrassment. "I was just… thinking."
"No worries at all," he assures me. "I merely wished to ask what you might like to eat. You must be hungry after the recent events."
