A dark cluster of clouds covered the glistening sun. The temperature dropped around the eerily silent swamp. Two beings remained floating midair as the flutters of the s*******r butterflies were the only sound that could be heard in the dampened area.
"At least we got the flag, right?" Damon turned to Maleficent, who was still staring at the exact spot where Angelo had once floated. Now, not even a hair remained of him.
Maleficent didn’t bother to look at him, which erased the smile plastered on his face.
"You’re scared of being investigated," Damon concluded. He floated to face her. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second when he saw her tear-streaked face. Damon’s curiosity urged him to move his right hand. As if in a trance, he reached for her wet cheeks, but a pair of glaring em
