“So now you are trying to sink your claw into Jorge?” She hissed, folding her hands across her chest. I could see the hatred in her eyes for Eleanor—it was blinding.
“Look Eleanor,” Xena continued, “everything you are doing is giving desperate and pick me, it’s irritating to see you do that,”
“I will see you in the morning,” Eleanor said to me, not bothering to answer any of Xena's jabs. Before I could acknowledge that, she turned and hurried off with Xena hissing loudly after her.
“I didn’t know you were suddenly her friend,” Xena retorted, her eyes burning with fury, “since when Jorge?”
I didn’t say a word, just kept looking. I have known Xena for a long time and I knew exactly what she was capable of doing. One thing I was sure of? She was not done talking yet.
“Have you forgotten
