It was hard to suppress a smile at Victor's protective stance. “Why?” I inquired.“Because, Damon has no right whatsoever to hit you,” He growled, his expression darkening. “He was lucky I didn't see him.”“You shouldn't fight him. You shouldn't,” I reasoned.“Well, you should,” “I'm trying to be the bigger person, Vee,” I replied, dropping my bag onto the black sofa. When I turned back to face him, he wore a peculiarly blank expression.“You can't, you're only 5'4” he retorted.Ha!“Funny, but I'm not going to bet on a losing fight. Damon is ten times stronger than I can ever be, and you know it.”“And I'm stronger than he can ever be,” Victor declared, rising from his seat and circling the table to approach me. “It would be fun if you sat and watched me tear him limb from limb.”I turned away, gazing out of the window. “Did anyone ever tell you that you have a very disturbingly weird choice of words?”“Uh... No,” He admitted."Well, now I'm telling you. You say disturbing, creepy t
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