Fated Tragedy
Loviatar stepped in with my father and another man—one who bore a striking resemblance to Asher, was this Alpha Lucifer?
Loviatar moved toward my grandmother, trying to overpower her with the same venom she always had. My father walked calmly to the dining table with the stranger, as if this were nothing but a business meeting.
I bared my teeth—my buck teeth—feeling my bunny’s energy ripple through me. In one swift motion, I lunged forward and bit into Loviatar, my bite pulling at the shimmering thread of her luck. She elbowed me, hard, but I didn’t let go. The more I held, the more power I felt rushing into me, surging like a storm breaking through a dam.