BOND

28.

Everywhere she go

I saw angels

I was blinded there

She's my savior

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"How are you?" Elena asked in a pleasantly sweet voice that contrasted her facial expression as she flipped Chase off and settled herself comfortably onto the couch. He brought over her unfinished sandwich and sat down on the opposite end.

"Very busy," Brian Moscovitz's vaguely irritated voice filtered through the line.

An answer she was all the more accustomed to. This time however, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know busy doing what exactly.

Chase tried to prop his feet upon her legs and she quickly slapped them away, mouthing a mild threat.

Channeling all her positivity she carried the conversation on, "I'm settling in well here." Thank you for asking, she thought.

The tiny snippets of other voices that had been coming in through his end stopped completely as he said, "Very well, as I've been told."

Neither of them said anything, the same trait of not giving in to the bait first running through their veins.

Chase furrowed his brows at her at the prolonged silence and she put the phone on speaker in between them. He quickly straightened up and shifted closer to her.

"How is Chase?" Brian asked and Chase and Elena shot identical dirty looks at the phone as if they would make their way to him.

They weren't kidding themselves into thinking that he gave a damn about him. It was a power move, establishing the fact that he knew that they were together. That he was watching them. And her and Joey.

Chase wanted to snap back a response but this wasn't his place to speak. He had always known that Brian kept an eye on her.

Elena knew that Chase wasn't the main target for her Dad, despite their mutual hatred, so she regarded who was. "Joey told me you two have already met." She shuddered as the vision of his scars came back into her mind, searing disgust shooting through her body.

"You need to stay away from that boy," he said in a low intimidating voice, finally acknowledging the real reason he had even picked up her call.

Elena bit down on her tongue hard enough to draw blood and seethed, "Do you really not feel the tiniest bit of remorse for what you did?"

Brian's carefully held temper snapped, "You are defending a killer right now, I'll have you know. It's not like he didn't deserve it." She felt cold down to her bones as he talked to her in a voice she was completely unused to.

"From another one!" He didn't deny it. She held her head in her hands, resisting the urge to throw the phone across the room.

Brian spoke, the malice audible loud and clear, "His entire family has killed more of your ancestors than you will ever even be bothered to remember."

The tiny bit of respect for the man she had managed to hold onto since Joey had told her about their incident, drained away, "You tortured a kid! Who was the same age as your daughter at the time! And all you can say for yourself is that it was justified because it was payback for what his family had done."

"Do not raise your voice at me Eleanor. Have you not been raised better than that?" Brian's turned up a notch louder than hers had been.

Chase, who had managed to stay as calm as you could be in a similar situation, looked ready to punch the daylights out of something now.