Chapter 247

She had only inhaled a bit, yet the reaction was explosive. It was clear—the enemy had come prepared. Eleanor's fingers tightened, her eyes steely and cold. She grabbed a glass from the table and hurled it furiously to the floor. The shattering glass echoed through the room, shards scattering everywhere. Eleanor bent down, selecting a sharp piece of glass, and without a second thought, she sliced her palm. Bright red blood immediately gushed out, the searing pain bringing a sliver of clarity to her fogged mind. She could only rely on pain to keep her sanity intact. The wound on her hand provided a momentary reprieve, but time was running out. She had to open the door before she succumbed to the intoxicating scent filling the room. Just as she formulated a plan, the door suddenly creaked open. Eleanor turned her head sharply, her instincts on high alert. To her surprise, a burly man with bronzed skin stepped inside. His appearance was plain—neither handsome nor ugly—but his imposing sta