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The glass shatters.
And something inside me breaks with it.
For three thousand years, I have dreamed of vengeance.
I have imagined Nemesis kneeling before me. I have remembered every soldier who raised a blade against an innocent child, every king who laughed while his people starved.
But never, in all those centuries, have I felt wrath like this.
Because this time, the woman suffering is mine to love.
And the man responsible is standing directly in front of me.
The street erupts.
Black obsidian spears burst through the pavement, streaked with veins of molten crimson.
Car alarms shriek.
The windows of nearby buildings rattle.
Grant staggers backward.
“What the hell?”
I seize him by the throat.
Lift him from the ground.
His feet kick helplessly above the broken sidewalk.
“You were warned.”
My voice no longer sounds human.
It rolls through the street like thunder.
Grant claws at my wrist.
“Please…”
I tighten my grip.
“Did she beg you?”
His face reddens.
“Wh…what?”
“When you hurt her. When you frightened her. When she asked you to stop.”
The crimson light beneath my skin burns brighter.
“Did she beg you for mercy?”
He struggles.
I remember the village.
