"Take it in, savour it, cause it's going to be the bloody last time you ever step your feet in here." Callan gnashed his teeth the mockery in Avery's tone clear to his ears, hands clenching around the books in his hand as he dumped them into the box.
"If you have come to mock me then save your breath." Callan spat, glaring at Avery with a fire in his eyes.
"Mock you?" Avery chuckled with incredulity, "I don't waste my time on defeated enemies." He smirked.
"So you think you have won?" Callan laughed— cold and bitter.
"I don't think I have won, I know I have won." Avery stood barely a feet's distance from him, keeping eye contact with Callan, daring him, "I know the look of defeat when I see one , and you father dearest look every inch like a defeated man." He smirked against Callan's dark glare.
