My power feeds on the magic of the idiot who dared to kiss Amber. For now, she’s mine, and I didn’t share my toys. I squeeze his throat harder and his eyes bulge. He makes a choking sound that echoes in the white-walled room.

“Stop,” Amber cries, beating on my arm. “Let him go.”

I want him to suffer, to die for daring to take what is mine. “No. He must die.”

Amber lets out a little squeak that has me instinctively looking at her. Tears are streaming down her face and her eyes are red and puffy. Does she care for this loser? All the more reason to crush...