Eloise
She hated herself for how much she wanted him then. Not that she'd thought about it (though she very obviously had), but it had never gone quite like this. Some stupid, petulant, and naive part of her wanted to keep fighting. Wanted to twist him about the same way he'd twisted her, only...despite all of it, Jack still had the upper hand.
But oh, how she wanted to have the last word.
Maybe the last thought would serve just as well...Raising a brow, eyes narrowed in challenge as well, Eloise indeed remained silent. She was however, thinking very loudly about all the washing up she had to do later. Just whether or not Jack's reputation was such that he'd be able to distract her from that was yet to be seen.
But oh, how she wanted to have the last word.
Maybe the last thought would serve just as well...Raising a brow, eyes narrowed in challenge as well, Eloise indeed remained silent. She was however, thinking very loudly about all the washing up she had to do later. Just whether or not Jack's reputation was such that he'd be able to distract her from that was yet to be seen.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
