His eyes went wide in horror. “Mira.. please! Please stop!”

But I wasn’t finished.

I looked down at my calf, where his kick had left a deep purple welt.

Then I looked at his.

I raised my hand again and bent it. Making sure that his skin bent and spilled in ways that he wouldn’t dare recover from.

His skin felt light.. like jelly.

He shrieked, clutching his leg as it bent unnaturally.

“You begged me for love,” I said, voice shaking with rage. “And all you ever gave me tonight was pain all for a woman who isn’t even me. Do you not know the fucking scent of your...