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An icy bolt of fear raced into the pit of Wesley’s stomach as Søren turned brutally cold eyes onto him

"Wesley…" Søren said his name with the unmistakable hint of menace in his voice "I said I didn’t want us to be ene your tone"

Wesley couldn’t meet his eyes, wouldn’t meet them He stared past Søren and out into the hallway Out there he could see the ghostly outline of Nora padding down that hall in her penguin pajamas with her wet hair up in a bun and a cup of cocoa in her hand His Nora…his best friend…the wo to Once he’d offered her every penny he had and she’d turned it down Maybe he’d offer again and this time he’d tell her exactly how many millions of pennies he had And then it would be hiames and stupid jokes about druids for the rest of their lives

"I love her," Wesley whispered "I love her more than my own life, and you…" He finally met Søren’s eyes "You hurt her"

Søren nodded

"I do"

"You beat her You do stuff to her that turns my stomach"

"I know it does, Wesley" Søren spoke the words with such syhtened

Wesley took a step back

"What? You aren’t going to defend yourself? Justify it? Tell me it’s what Nora likes? What she wants?"

Søren shook his head "Of course not I don’t have to, after all You knoell as I do that she loves being with ive Even ht of six feet and yet Søren still dwarfed hiht he etting beaten No one needs that You’ve trained her, messed with her mind, made her think that’s what sex is supposed to be like"

"So you, a virgin, are going teach Eleanor what sex should be like?"

The five fingers on Wesley’s right hand slowly balled theive to be able to break that beautiful face that stared at hiance, such hauteur

"I’d do a lot better than a sick sadistic Catholic priest who can’t even hold her hand in public"

So in Søren’s eyes flinched…just a little, just enough Wesley could see that he’d finally struck ho else