"My intentions are clear."
Angel crossed her arms, giving the three of them a cold look. Her voice was calm as she said, "Do you really think you have a choice? There are only two paths before you. The first is to cooperate with me. Whatever my brothers and sisters can offer you, I, Angel, can provide just as much, if not more. The second path is to follow them into darkness. But whether you can walk out of here alive is none of my concern."
"Miss Angel, what do you mean by this? Are you threatening us?" The old white man, Oliver, spoke with a cold expression, fiddling with an emerald ring on his finger.
