“Hey, he’s my prince. So move along and leave me be,” Maleficent whispered under her breath—quiet enough to pass as a murmur, but loud enough that Damon, standing beside her, could hear.
The barrier that once protected the ambivalent students had vanished, undone by the caster’s lapse in focus. Deon, son of Undine, remained caught in Damon’s left hand, while Damon kept his right hand tucked casually in his pocket.
In a bored tone, he asked the flustered Deon again, as if Maleficent hadn’t spoken at all, “What’s going on here?”
“Control your people, Damon.” Deon finally summoned the courage to pull his fist from Damon’s grasp, as if he hadn’t been trembling mere minutes ago. Straightening his shoulders to regain some dignity in front of his fellow ambivalent students, he struggled to mee
