Michaela Walker.
“Michaela, I won’t repeat myself again.”
She moved next to the Celestial Master, faintly smiling as she said, “good, because I don’t want to hear your voice.”
“Michaela!”
The Evil Master stepped forward, and the other held her ground, snickering. “Rafe, did you mistake what happened between us as a signed approval for you to control me?”
She watched him tighten his jaw, his eyes and nostrils widening a bit in evident anger, spatting as he countered. “That body doesn’t belong to you.”
“Neither does it belong to you, Rafe! You caused this mess to bring your beloved’s ‘soul’ back here. Well, news flash, Rafe, this now belongs to me. Me! Michaela Walker! And I’ll be damn stupid to let your words get to me again!”
He took several steps towards her, and the Celestial Mas
