﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 ┊ ❪ 𝑨𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝑺𝙿𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂! ❫
▍𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ kids from all different backgrounds,
whether that being raised by a villain, raised by a hero,
raised by a mom, raised by a dad, or raised by b...
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"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆?" Mal's voice reverberated through the hideout, her hand slamming onto the pillar beside her. She stood rigid, her violet hair framing her face as her piercing glare bore into the VKs. Her anger was palpable, like a storm brewing, ready to unleash.
Evie stepped forward, her hands raised in a defensive gesture. "Mal, calm down. He was going to leave for the Isle with or without us. We just... we wanted to protect him, okay?"
Carlos scoffed from the corner, crossing his arms. "Yeah, great job on that. We totally blew it."
Elizabeth shot him a sharp look before turning her pleading gaze back to Mal. "Look, we're sorry. We really are. But yelling at us isn't going to fix this. Right now, we need to focus on getting Ben back. That's what's important."
Jay, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms folded, finally pushed off and stepped into the circle. "She's right. So, what's the plan? How are we gonna fix this?"
Mal's glare didn't waver. She jabbed a finger at them, her voice cold and decisive. "We are not doing anything. This is between Uma and me. And guess what? She's a punk who's about to learn she messed with the wrong person." She spun on her heel, heading down the creaking wooden steps of the hideout. Her boots thudded against the floor as she stormed toward the exit.
Carlos called after her, his tone tinged with frustration. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mal. You're gonna have to get past Harry Hook and his pack of wharf rats first. Do you really think you can do this alone?"
Elizabeth, who had been observing from the side, spoke up. "Carlos is right, Mal. You know Harry's not going to let you waltz in there without a fight. You're going to need backup."
