Eleanor’s POV
I was a fool to think I would be allowed to rest the next morning. Sun was burning my skin while my legs were in the cold water of the rushing stream. All my clothes were wet, and I was there washing all the clothes of everyone in the packhouse, including the maids. I gulped, my hands aching, as my gaze met the warriors watching me, making sure I didn't escape. I had no idea how I got outside the packhouse without being electrified by the leech on my neck, but I guess Monica could do anything.
"Ouch!" I growled in pain as I realized the zipper of the dress in my hand had made a small cut in my finger, causing a little blood to rush out. I let go of the dress as I washed my bloodied finger in the water. The water was as clear as crystal, and I could see the stones at the bot
