Maleficent transformed into a hundred black butterflies—barely escaping the onslaught of the deadly feather by a hair’s breadth. The fluttering swarm greeted the wide-eyed angel, who had to swerve sharply to avoid crashing into the solid trunk of a willow tree.
Angelo followed the flock of pure black butterflies, which flew together like a shadow, leaving a trail of green flames in their wake. Once they had gained a safe distance from him, Maleficent’s form materialized in the center of the swarm she commanded.
Damon let out a whistle. “Show me, Halfling. Show me the meaning behind the words you said to me that night. Show me the results of your efforts.”
His flame-red eyes gleamed like magma as he stared at the first person to ever pique his interest. For the first time in centuries, D
