Angela's Pov: "Oh good, you're up," Pitch says coming from the shadows, and I walk up next to him. "Did you hear me, I said I won't help you," Malia says angrily as she glances at us. "Oh really, what if we threatened to go after a certain white haired boy," I say trying to blackmail Malia into helping us. "You wouldn't dare," Malia says looking at me. "Try me girl, I would," I say chuckling as I glance at her.
"Why are you even helping him anyway?" Malia asks looking at me. "He provided me with the one thing I always wanted a family," I reply glaring at her. "He's just using you though,'' Malia says trying to reason with me. "You're lying, and your dream boys life is still on the line," I say snappily as I glance at Malia. "Alright fine, what kind of spell do you want me to use anyway?" Malia asks as she glances at me.
"A love spell," I reply smirking evilly as I glance at her. "You want some poor unfortunate soul to fall in love with you, ew," I hear the other girl in the cell next to Malia say as she listens to our converstation. "Be quiet, or my father and I will put you into a pit of everlasting nightmares,'' I threaten as I say this to the other girl. The other girl goes silent. "It can't be just any love spell though, it has to be a love spell that's almost impossible to break," I add as I glance at Malia.
"So if I cast this spell that you want me to cast you will let me go?" Malia asks as she glances at me. "Cross my heart,'' I say smirking as I glance at Malia. "Or you can chose to rot in this cell for the rest of your existence, your choice,'' my father adds chuckling coldly. "So, will you do it?" I ask coldly as I glance at Malia.