The kitchen, once a refuge of domestic peace for Felicia, now seemed like the set of a surreal film.
The demon woman before her radiated an unyielding confidence and an aura of power that made Felicia's breath catch in her chest. But Felicia was stubborn, and even in the face of absurdity, she refused to back down.
"A meteor. On the Vatican," Felicia repeated, her voice dripping with incredulity. She pointed an accusatory finger at Sapphire. "You're telling me you launched a meteor at the heart of Christianity? Like that's a normal thing for someone to do?!"
Sapphire shrugged, as if accused of something trivial. "There was a good reason," she said, casually inspecting her flawless nails. "They were being annoying. Patience isn't exactly my strongest virtue, you know."
Felicia felt her face flush with a mix of shock and anger. "Annoying?! You destroyed a historical landmark and threw millions into a panic because you were irritated?!"
