Bill careful began to approach, while Molly was still distracted by her flirting with Andrew. His hands were only inches away from the stone when suddenly Molly locked his arm into a tight painful grip.
“Excuse me Andrew, but my nephew and I need to have a chat,” Molly put a lot of aggression on the word chat. She tightened her grip and pulled Bill into a nearby alleyway, before letting ago and shoving him forward.
“Ow, Matt why did you….”
“Be quiet!” Molly’s demand, as her eyes became forestry cold with a glare that pierced Bill’s soul. Everything about the way Molly acted was completely different before she had felt like a boy trapped in the body of a woman. But now the way she placed her hand her hip, the fact she could now stand and walk in heels with little effort, the powerful aura of confidence and the frightening look that scared Bill far more than his own mother could everything about her suggested a capable woman who took crap from no one.
“Now listen here, I’m just trying to enjoy myself, so what gives you the right to come along and ruin it!”
Billy tried to form words but he was terrified by Molly’s cold demanding voice he was unable to even make so much as a sound.
Molly continued, “You know what Bill!” She yelled as green stone in her hand glowed bright green, “I wish…”
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