-Angel Adams, 19 Years Old-
"He's forcing himself onto the maids?" Angel whispers in fury.
He stares at Sabrina with a wide-eyed expression. His face contorts into an unstable mix between pity and anger. Needless to say, his mind is an absolute mess.
"Angel, stop." His sister hisses.
At her words, Angel spins around to stare at her now. Eyes lit with righteous indignation burrow into her.
"Stop?!" Angel cries out sharply. "She has been nothing but kind to us, and you want to turn a blind eye to this?"
"No, Angel." Amelia replies in an exasperated voice. "I am sure that's not wha-"
"Whatever." He spits out, mild disgust in his voice.
He focuses back on Sabrina, who is staring at them with a surprised look on her face. Events are unfolding too quickly for her to grasp what exactly is happening. As her mind reels, he steps towards her with his palms raised in a calming, nonthreatening position.
