Sixty Four

Cian

Asher 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...