I’m going to see to it that your blood spills all over this floor, just to be extra sure. And if I’m wrong, that’s just one less person in this competition, right?” “Angel, you have to run,” Blackwell told her. “Disposing of him myself will drain too much of my magic at once.” “Men are always useless,” she growled to them both, half-exasperated, before pivoting and dashing for the next square.
Omg, authors—please no more "girlboss" characters. Just show her being competent and leave out the baby's first misandry™️ moments.
