Stefan narrowed his eyes. Something about her tone was off. Too casual. Too... slick and more than that, he needed to know why she was in his house, relaxed and talking to him the way she was. He folded his arms slowly. "What exactly are you implying?"
Eliana tilted her head, the soft curls of her dark hair falling slightly to one side. "Only that for someone so intelligent, you've been rather blind to Ivy's manipulations all these years. It's tragic, really. She's a pitiful little fool, and somehow you still let her crawl back every time."
Stefan's jaw tensed. His expression darkened, but he didn't immediately respond. Instead, he stared at her—really stared. The angles of her face, the curl of her painted lips, the bitterness in her gaze as she spoke about the woman she called her friend.
For some weird reasons, Ruby had never liked Eliana, even he never did and now… now he could see why. She was a snake.
