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"CORDELIA!" Violet's panicked voice met her ears, through the dull ringing that had settled in her hearing. Molly blinked rapidly as she broke from her daze, eyes watering from the intensity of her stare off with Michael.
The smirk he wore was cocky - not at all phased by the her appearance, leading her to believe that he knew already that she was there. Molly felt as if she herself could have passed out then and there.
"I do hope she's alright," he called out, not even attempting to appear sympathetic. Molly eyed him for a second more, wondering if she turned away would he disappear in a split second. The reality of the situation seeped back in, and she reminded herself how weird it would look if she stood still any longer.
A panicked edge creeped over her body - how would she tell them the Antichrist was still alive? Would they call her a liar? Would she tell them at all?
"Let's take her back inside," she quietly suggested, one of their guards approaching from the car to do the honours of carrying their Supreme.
"Believe it or not, that's not the first time that's happened around me," Madison commented confidently, lazily trailing after them. Zoe and Queenie shared a moment before going inside, hugging in greeting.
"I can't believe you're alive!" Zoe exclaimed happily, squeezing her tightly.
"Girl, you don't know the half of it," Queenie sighed, waving her hand. They chatted animatedly for a moment, with Molly waiting nearby for her own chance to greet her lost friend.
"Surprised to see me?" A voice practically purred into her ear, prompting her body to stiffen up. His cold breath sent goosebumps across her shoulders and shivers down her spine.
"How... how are you alive?" She forced the words out finally, slowly turning to look at him. Her breathing hitched as she saw how close their bodies were, shoulders skimming each other.
"You have to have died in the first place to come back to life," he spoke cryptically, staring forward until he turned to look at her as well. Molly wasn't exactly small, their height difference consisting of only an inch or two.
"So you faked your death?" She hissed with a fury she could no longer hold back, "I held you in my arms while you pretended to die? I mourned over you."
The words were out before she realised it, and any hope she held at him not hearing what she said were gone when saw his eyes twinkle.
"You mourned me?" He echoed, lips twitching.
"We were friends. I'm not denying that. That didn't go away when I slipped that knife into your back," she shook her head lightly, lips set into a hard line.
