Ella’s POV
I didn’t let Eleanor go at all, not when Cyril dragged the man away from us and agreed to called the human police. Not when people in the bar started whispering and staring at the mess that has been made, especially not even when the police has come to arrest the bad guy and the sirens sounded far away in the distance.
I am not even sure what Cyril told them because they didn't ask questions, they just took the man and left.
My arms held Eleanor tight, she is still shaking all over, but I have not heard her cry. She pressed her small face into my shoulder, holding onto me like I was the only safe thing left, and her breaths were uneven.
“You are okay now,” I whispered, kissing her hair. My voice broke even though I didn’t want it to. Even though I wanted to act bravely. “Y
