Maleficent cracked a grin, jagged and blood-soaked. Crimson oozed down her forehead in sluggish rivulets, slipping past her temples as her long black hair scattered around her like a crown of chaos. Her glowing green eyes—so unnaturally bright they seemed to burn—shifted from Damon the Prideful to Angelo the Faithful. Her lips barely moved as she muttered under her breath through gritted teeth.
“f*****g perfect timing you’ve got, son of Lucifer.”
She could taste iron and resentment on her tongue.
So perfect that you ruined my surprise attack at the exact moment it would've succeeded. As if you knew what I was going to do. As if you didn’t want me to use the s*******r butterflies… Her thoughts swirled. Ha! You always know the right buttons to push, don’t you, Angelo? Always so precise. S
