"When you killed an innocent maid and a servant, you showed them no mercy," the man growled. "So why should I show mercy to you and that disgusting monster growing inside you? You both deserve to die just as they did, and I'll be the one to send you to hell with my sword."
With that, he flipped the blade in his hand, and with a sudden leap, lunged toward her, aiming the sharp tip straight at her chest.
Belle didn't know how she did it. All she knew was that a surge of rage had exploded within her, fueled by the instinct to kill the man before he could harm her child. She had acted without thinking.
When the sword came flying toward her chest, she caught it with her bare hand, stopping it mid-air. Had she looked down, she would have seen her hand scorched black, like charred wood. But she didn't. Her rage-filled eyes were locked with the terrified gaze of the man before her, who could see her eyes changing color and the skin of her face turning rough and pitch-black.
