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Eleanor had known something was wrong the moment she had awoken. Why? He had shoved her onto her feet before she even had the chance to get up from the bed herself. He hadn’t spoken a single word to her as she shoved her outside the inn in the early hours of the morning.

Not that they had established any sort of relationship since they had begun the journey to her doom together, but he had never been so cold. So wound up tight. So closed off. They had fallen into a insult-growling routine, and she had grown comfortable with hating him and yelling at him every day. It made easy for venting.

This was strange. New. Odd. And it disturbed her deeply.

“What is wrong with you?” Eleanor asked as he raised her roughly and dumped her atop the horse.

He said nothing, go around to climb atop his horse.

“What? You’re mad at me again? Is this about last night? I didn’t do anything wrong. You kissed me. I should be mad. Why exactly are you being so cruel right now?”

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