she focused on all the less definitive reasons why Damien was Mr. Wrong. The guy was high-maintenance, what with his casual badness and cold sarcasm. He could rip people limb-from-limb with nothing more than an arch of his brow. His main hobbies seemed to be plotting grisly murders and smirking. She’d bet a million dollars that he had a speech all prepared for when he enslaved the universe.
