A CUPCAKE FOR MY WARRIOR-MATE
She aimed at Rage as a bolt of lightning shot out from her hand.
Rage, however, was faster. With a flick of his hand, he deflected it and it struck the floor-to-ceiling window, shattering it into pieces. "I see you have learnt a few tricks." He shook his head, disappointment flashing across his face. "But you will never be any match for me."
Germaine watched in morbid fascination as he extended his hands in the air. Her fear grew monumentally when his nails began to grow long, longer still. They were so long that they curved. Her eyes almost bulged out with shock when she saw the extent of their growth.
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