What grows from hell

The witch's expression hardened instantly, her eyes narrowing as her hand fell away. "Then I suppose I'll just have to do away with those who distract you," she hissed, her voice seething with venom. Her gaze darted to Mallory, Lady Rose, and Wallace, her fingers twitching as dark fumes began to gather in her palm.

"Enough of this!" Mallory's voice rang out, and in a split-second, she apparated behind the witch, her dagger poised at the person's neck. "If you make one more move, you won't live long enough to regret it."

Hadeon's eyes lit up with admiration, and he gave a slow clap, thoroughly entertained. He remarked, 

"Ah, my darling Mallory! How charmingly fierce you are. It warms my unbeating heart to see you fight for me so valiantly." He flashed her a playful grin. "One would think you were jealous, doll face."

The witch's lips twisted into a snarl. "You think you can intimidate me, child?" she spat, her voice laced with contempt.