Her tone and expression were both so casual that even the group of angels found themselves relaxing slightly. Even though the energy in the air was still dangerously high, Bentley had full control over it, and she could move it back and forth at will —as long as she kept up her act of careless authority. The rage and thirst for blood was like a gushing river, and Bentley had the power to snap her fingers and create a stalling dam of fire in the space of a couple seconds. It was incredible and Atticus hated it.
"How dare you show your face here?" An angel shouted, "You know we were just talking about all the foul deeds you've committed!"
"Which ones, specifically? There's really too many to name." Bentley tilted her head.
"Does it matter?" The angel continued, "There's enough to warrant me killing you right here and now!"