Even if he didn’t remember her, Michael still remembered his reason for swearing revenge and total annihilation on Cordelia’s coven. In Mallory’s mind, it was only logical that his anger was also still raging white-hot beneath the surface of his cool demeanor. She didn’t trust him. She couldn’t.
His question in return sent a chill through her. But it also forced her to steel her nerves. “You did,” she responded evenly, watching him with a careful gaze. “Only for a little while though, before I undid it. Before I went back and killed you before you even really knew what you were. Actually...you looked like you do now.” She spoke without flinching or looking away, waiting for his reaction.