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"Hey, Mal, what's it like being locked up behind bars?" Nova smirks into the phone, her eyes on the Ghoulie who's sat at the other side of the glass.

"Hey, Nova. What's it like running off for months and abandoning everyone who cares about you?" The Ghoulie asks in a smug tone, making her ball her fists up in anger. The Ghoulie should be thankful that he's surrounded by guards and behind glass.

"Shut the hell up, Malachai." Nova gives him a glare that would send anyone else running, but he just leans forward, smirking as his dark curls hang in his face.

"Now, baby, why would I do that?" He asks the brunette who is getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"Because if you don't, when you get out of here you'll be getting the same
treatment that our dear friend did."

Malachai simply raises an eyebrow, grinning psychotically. "What if I went and told all your little Serpent friends about that night?"

"Then I'd make you regret the day you were born." The brunette seethes. "Don't fucking test me."

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