Victoria [18:51]
| Why are you doing this?
She stared at the blinking cursor for a moment longer, then added—
Victoria [18:51]
| If this is about Celia, then go deal with her.
| I have nothing to do with your grudge.
Sent.
Damien [18:54]
| Doing what?
Her lips parted, a breath caught halfway in her throat.
Doing what?
Really?
She scowled and quickly typed again, irritation bubbling in her throat.
Victoria [18:55]
| Will you really keep playing that?
There was a pause.
Then—
Damien [18:56]
| I'm not playing.
| It's just… I find it hard to understand what you're talking about.
Victoria's teeth clenched.
That was it.
That was enough.
She wasn't going to dance around this with him forever. Not when he was clearly enjoying twisting the knife with that smug tone and selective amnesia.
Her thumbs moved sharply, each keystroke clipped like a slap.
Victoria [18:56]
| Of course you don't understand.
