"I'm not a bloody snitch!" Even though he continued to hold Sebastian's gaze, the dominance of the other man eventually cowed him into submission. Finally dropping his eyes, Elijah wished his body would stop shaking thinking how weak it must make him look. Gritting his teeth, he looked towards Josephine, truly hoping she wouldn't think any different of him. 

"Fine!" He blurted, "It was Geoffrey. Are you happy now?" The anger radiating off of him was nearly tangible as Marabelle stepped quietly back into the room. Resting a hand on Sebastian's arm, she studied her son. He had just broken a law that had been in place in his life for nearly ten years and he hated himself for it.