His cold manner of speech chilled her more than she'd expected. Usually, when met with such harsh tones, she shrugged it off or even laughed at those whom would even think her worthy of their anger. But not Envy. For once, words could cut her like nails. She could act tears, she could make him believe that he'd been the only thing on her mind, but no. He didn't deserve that. "I've hurt you. No, I've as much as betrayed you, haven't I?" The remorse in her voice was genuine. A rarity.
Envy barked a laugh, shoving his true feelings beneath layers of anger and sarcasm.
"Hurt me? Hardly," he said, wrinkling his nose as though the mere sound of her voice repulsed him. He wasn’t touched by any remorse in her voice. No, just seeing her stirred up the emotions he’d forced back deep inside and not allowed himself to think on again."Like someone like you could hurt me.”
He’d missed her. Practically ached with longing for her. And here she stood like nothing had happened.
He didn’t care where she’d been, didn’t care why she’d left. Her reasons meant nothing to him. What mattered was that she’d gone, and that he’d been affected. Her effect had been tremendous. He could feel those emotions welling up inside as he curled his hands into fists at his side.
"I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a filthy lowlife like you. Your act won’t win you anything with me so leave. Go on. It’s what you’re best at.”