Eleanor's pov:

When I saw the grim expression on Owen's face, I immediately understood that all of this was a conspiracy.

Gift and surprise, my foot. It was all to lure me.

To lure me into walking into this cage.

I sneered. "Your naivety never ceases to amaze me. What gives you the idea that you can trap me in this house? Impossible!"

As soon as I began to unleash my witchcraft, a gust of wind blew, lifting the surrounding leaves into the air.

The flames of wrath were blazing in my body.

"Do you know this, Owen? I genuinely liked you. I imagined spending my life with you, but...