#remember......

     he doesn't look at victor,  staring at a patch of the carpet that's discoloured and peeling from previous residents (like the stubborn child he never grew from).   even now,  the urge to lie swells up,  brushing it off as a dare or simply being too drunk.   it's clear he's already heard events through a third party,  so for once he lets the image shift,  venom curling around his words.   ❝   fine. i kissed angie.   ❞   eli tilts his head to look up at victor,  eyes narrowing,  acting as though it's a challenge.   which in a way it is.   it's not that hard to tell the true nature of victor's feelings about her.  he could continue to rub salt in the wound but settles for,   ❝   are you happy now?   ❞