I was seething with rage. My claws throbbed with the desire to maim Ignacio, leaving him as nothing but a puddle of flesh and blood. However, he had trapped me like some sort of frozen lake eagerly waiting for spring. His eyes when he declared I was no match for him were pure delight. He took pleasure in my suffering. In Maria José's suffering. And I hated him for it.
Heck, I despised him. I felt there was no word to quantify the rage I was feeling. But I was stuck, powerless. I could only watch as the love of my life begged him to leave me alone.
How humiliating… I cursed my weakness. I cursed my inability to protect her.
Lucía stepped forward at that moment, her eyes flashing with determination. Ignacio seemed amused, like our attempts were nothing but entertainment to satiate his warped desires. However, when Lucía mentioned the power of a thousand ancients, his smile faltered.
It was brief, but I noticed it.
