Eleanor broke from her trance, and one by one they filtered through into the dining room and sat around a large wooden table, glasses already poured with wine. Darius, despite his typical icy countenance, softened. It was already pitch black, the roads illuminated only by the orange glare of looming streetlamps. Eleanor broke from her trance, and one by one they filtered through into the dining room and sat around a large wooden table, glasses already poured with wine. Eleanor thumbed her daughter’s nipple delicately, Isabelle squirming and giggling in delight. Are you going to tell me or what? There was a small puddle in the middle of her chair. Soon they were all tucking in, the intensity of the main course complemented by the refreshing sweetness of dessert. ‘Maybe – but I can just walk away. Darius made it so clear. ‘Eleanor – thank you so much.
