Ella’s POV
I wanted to be colder to him. I told myself to be colder. Cyril’s words still hurt me and every time I tried to break through the hurt, it only spread wider. He said I was replaceable, of course I know that, but hearing him say that after he was nice to me.
He had laughed at my threat. He had made me feel small in front of him again, like a toy he could toss aside when bored.
We left the brothel with the night pressing down on us thick. The girl I had set free walked a few paces behind us, clutching the small bundle of things I had given her. She tried not to watch us. Her eyes kept drifting everywhere but at me every time I looked back and I couldn't even blame her.
I am trying to think of nothing but finding Elenor but Cyril’s voice just kept coming back to me, that soft
