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Presley doesn’t push Elias the way that Eden does. Now that she’s knows it’s him in Codie’s body, her whole focus is on the situation. If Ellery’s going to keep his attention and keep him busy, give him an outlet for all of those monologues he was so good at, then she’s going to do what’s being asked of her, no matter how much it flips her stomach, dragging the dagger in her hand along Ellery’s palms and arms in even slices. They’re deep enough to hopefully satisfying what Elias is looking for but not so deep that blood loss would become some kind of problem. For now. She’s sure this won’t be the end of this. But Ellery’s good at buying time her way, and Presley buys it this way, quiet, pensive. She can’t tell if one of their witches interrupting is the right solution or the wrong one. With Elias standing there holding a gun. They have vampires in the house but vampire can’t heal an exploded head. She’s not sure how many bullets are in the gun and wishes they had Isa. Because Isa would know. Presley regrets not having the foresight to ask. The list in her head of ways to be a better soldier always growing.
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Codie’s lips betray Elias’ anger, curling up into a half-snarl, disgust edging its way onto the anger, corrupting it and twisting it. Underneath it was the betrayal that Ellery was right, not that he’d admit it to them or himself. But there was the recognition in stolen eyes that revealed it. He doesn’t soften, instead seeing an opportunity to make her suffer more. He doesn’t want to address her anymore, tired of the way she’s pushing and pushing him. No matter. His words come out gravelly and snarled, teetering on the edge of madness. He moves the gun to Presley’s head. “In the thigh now, to the fucking hilt. If she wants to try and insult me to stall me, get me talking– We’ll see how long it takes her healing to kick in. Maybe she’ll bleed out first.” Hesitation, then a sick grin. “Maybe next we’ll try the throat. Cut out her tongue? What do you think, beautiful? Tired of hearing your beta run her mouth?” He’d rather do the flaying himself, but there’s something poetic and twisted about making the runt do it.
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No matter what happens, she can’t give Elias what he wants. Its not about the physical pain, its about the enjoyment of seeing his pack suffer, and she won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her wince, not even when the knife leaves a sting behind as she starts to bleed from her arms. “Do it”. She tells Presley, determined, decisive. She knows how to handle pain, how to deal with it. The more she withstand the more time they buy. This time, she doesn’t even look at him, her -- Elias in Codie’s body -- but keeps her eyes steadily on Presley’s. However far he’s willing to take this, she hopes that somewhere in the manor, Moll is ready to take on the challenge in case things get messy, and as her eyes flicker to the door, she hopes for a miracle. “Its fine, Presley. Just do it. I’ll heal”.
