The Alpha King's Breeder
I snarl, my vision going red, “I’ll kill you. I swear on the Goddess.”
“Marianna,” she croons as her powers crackle. “Marianna, Marianna, Marianna!”
I take two determined steps in her direction before her powers flare at their full strength. Heat blasts through the room, a promise of painful, slow death, but I raise a hand.
That’s all it takes. Maeve’s eyes flash violet, her powers snapping, failing, falling to specks of embers all around us.
I am, and have always been, more powerful than her.
Bab Populer