Liliana Creamwell was trouble in human form. She had pink hair and matching eyes. Everything about her body was perfectly shaped, like someone had designed her specifically to drive men crazy. But what made it worse was how innocent she looked. That sweet, harmless face of hers was the most dangerous thing about her. Cute and innocent on the surface, yet more dangerous than anyone could imagine.
That was Liliana Creamwell in a nutshell. The novel I remembered called her "an irresistible poison," and now I understood exactly what that meant. She wasn't just beautiful – she was weaponized beauty. A villainess who knew exactly how to use every advantage she had.
"Hey, Nelia," I said quietly, trying not to move my lips too much.
"What now?" came her irritated voice in my head.
