"I don't need to read your mind to know how dumb that brain of yours is, Ray," Milady said, casual, walking back behind the coffee table. She picked up her cup again. All that was left inside was a few melting ice cubes. "Your face is transparent like cheap glass. Packed with that disgusting savior fantasy."
Ray wiped his chin rough. The bitter punch of black coffee was still in his throat, but the heat in his chest was louder. The girl in front of him really had no brakes. Milady was the perfect mix of scary tactical brains and zero-mercy sadism.
"Whatever you say, Chandelier," Ray growled, trying to scrape his dignity back together after she'd just smashed it. "Now explain the rest. This crazy script… how do we play it without looking like some cheap stage play?"
Milady folded her arms. Her eyes went cold and professional in about two seconds. That mood flip still gave Ray chills every time.
