73

ALEK

Sunday went over the edge of the balcony, and the world went red. Primal rage tore through me until all I was left with was the need to destroy.

With a war cry that rivaled the beast’s, I shot forward, letting the borrowed sword fall forgotten from my fingertips.

I didn’t need it. Not with this unholy fury boiling in my blood.

I took two running steps, jumping up onto an overturned chair and propelling myself up into the air.

It shouldn’t have been possible. Novasgardian or not, there was no explanation for how I managed to land with my thighs straddling the demon’s neck.

But I did.

I was running purely on instinct, my hatred for the fiend that dared to harm what was mine fueling me completely.

The demon bucked, but I gritted my teeth and drove my thumbs into the fiery depths of its eyes.

It wailed, shaking its head from side to side as more thick, oily liquid poured from the pits of what were now only eye sockets.