“Lisa,” he said, his voice almost gentle. “You were an evil angel long before I got here. I’m just the guy who finally clipped your wings.”
“My job,” Lex said, pushing off the window, “is whatever the hell I decide it is tonight.” Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-
For the first time, her composure cracked. A flicker. “You wouldn’t.” “Lisa,” he said, his voice almost gentle
“The Miami portfolio was a front for a trafficking ring,” Lex replied, his voice a low rumble. “You knew that. You funded it.” A flicker
She walked toward him, slow, deliberate. The silk of her dress whispered against her thighs. She stopped inches away, close enough that he could smell her perfume—jasmine and something metallic, like ozone before a lightning strike.
“Clipped my wings,” she whispered to the empty room. “Darling. I was never the angel. I was the fall.”
“It’s me,” she said. “Contingency Geryon. Full release.”
