Spencer Wilbur sat in his jail cell, his eyes fixed on the TV screen as Rachel Lee's face appeared. To him, she looked like a smug, self-righteous witch, her perfectly coiffed hair and polished smile only fueling his anger.
"As we continue to follow the developments in the Charlee Tyre concert bombing, new evidence has come to light," Rachel Lee said, her voice dripping with an air of superiority that made Spencer's blood boil.
He seethed with rage as he watched the footage of Lady Valor teleporting the crowd to safety. That mysterious woman had foiled his plans, and now she was being hailed as a hero. The injustice of it all made his anger simmer.
And then, there was Charlee Tyre. That pop star had been a thorn in his side for months, and now she was more powerful than ever. Spencer's eyes narrowed as he thought about how much he wanted them both dead.