Page 354 of Coal Hearts

The two men standing with their pants off saw me first.

Their greedy grins fell as I hurtled toward them.

With a snarl, I threw the stupid gem and hit one of them squarely in the forehead.

He stumbled backward, rubbing the mark only for the one on the ground to wrap his hand around a girl’s throat and shift his hips.

Time seemed to slow as I looked at the jewel beneath him.

Black hair.

Thunder-dark skin.

Unparalleled beauty that fucking obliterated me.

Sickness gushed.

Possession flared.

And when I noticed her slack and empty face...

I

snapped.

I wasn’t human.

I was death.

Everything became a hologram as if I’d stepped through the fabric of time and space.

I became one with everything.

My hands snatched at bodies. My fists punched against bone.

The feral shouts of men were drowned out by thunder as I hit and hit and hit.

I punched over and over.

I kicked. I killed. I shed off the restrictions of gravity and physics and was free.

Screams sounded. Curses bellowed.

The snap of feeble bodies and the satisfying delivery of my punishment.

I snatched at the animal on the ground and threw him straight through the air. I caught him before he landed and slammed him with inhuman strength into the ground.

He grunted.

He was naked.

I grabbed his cock and tore.

He screamed.

Fingers snatched me as I choked him.

Eyes locked on mine as I killed him.