Chapter Ninety-four

Drakken left.

He came to her last night, got what he wanted which she foolishly gave him, and then left without warning. Eleanor couldn't help but feel like he'd used her to get his mind off what had been bothering him before he came to her.

And she had mistaken it for affection. How stupidly naive she was.

Surprisingly, his actions didn't make Eleanor hate him more as she should. If he came to her tonight again, she would most definitely welcome him to her bed. Drakken had her in a complete spellbound. She could not deny being bewitched by him anymore.

Drakken might never see her more than a whore or a stripper and the more Eleanor tried to come to terms with it, the more she got hurt.

In the hospital, she sat in a toilet stall, wallowing in her misery. It gave her more privacy as there were eyes everywhere, and Emma noticing the slightest change in her mood which might raise questions. Questions she didn't want to answer.

Eleanor heard other students troop in and out of the toilets,