Teddy sneered. "I don't care what you say. I know she loves me, the real her. She would never choose you over me." He was surprised at how certain he was of that fact. They'd spent two years apart, after all, due to their own stubbornness, but in all that time apart, neither of them had ever stopped loving the other. If their love could last as long as it had, even through all the argments and time apart, there was no way Vic would just throw it all away for a cheap thrill.
"No, I want to do all that to you because you'd dare to take her free will away from her. If you knew her, how amazing she is, you'd never do that to her." He shook his head, stopping only a few feet from the boy. Victoire was the most precious thing in the world. No one had the right to mess with her. Even he had never tried to change her. She was stubborn, obsessively tidy, argumentative, stroppy and irritating, but he wouldn't have her any other way. The fact that Damien had changed her, put that horrible unfamiliar sneer on her beautiful face, was what really made Teddy want to hurt him.
"Nothing that could happen in the afterlife would be bad enough to stop me ripping you limb from limb if you won't put her back." A plan was forming in Teddy's mind, but he couldn't decide on the details. One wrong move and this kid would have the upper hand, and he wouldn't let that happen. What had all those years in training been for if it wasn't to protect the woman he loved? He might have bruised her arms a little, but that was by accident. Besides, he'd given her worse, and she him, during sex. She'd forgive him, no questions asked, when she came to her senses.
"My parents cared about her family. They died to protect our generation. Are you seriously suggesting they'd want me to let you get away with this?" Teddy glared down at the boy, puffing himself up to his full height. "Now, you are going to put her back, right now, aren't you?" The menace was clear in his voice. He didn't believe that a little bit of pain wouldn't persuade the boy, and right now, Teddy was certainly in the mood for causing pain. "You have until the count of five to agree," he said in a growl, his eyes glowing a violent crimson as he glared at the boy. "One," he began.