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“Whatever,” I said. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of death.”
“There are worse things than death, Princesa.” His tone was dark, but there was weariness to it, as if he knew what he was talking about. Like I gave a shit at this point.
“Bring it on, motherfucker,” I said. “You marked me as your enemy, and today I also marked you as my foe.”
“We’ll see about that,” he said, muscles twisting in his jaw and storms wheeling in his purple eyes. “We’ll see how you make me your enemy.”
I spat. I wished he was closer so I could spit my blood into his cruel fucking face.
“Even if I can’t strike you down,” I smirked at him, “I pray that Lucifer will do it for me one day.”
That was the ultimate blasphemy. But I wanted to defy him down to my every bone, and I wanted him to know it before he impaled me, murdering me with his power. He could easily summon an ice spear from the air and pierce my heart.
To my shock, my undiluted hatred for him made him flinch.
“However,” I said. “Patience isn’t my strong suit, so I won’t wait for Lucifer and his legion to beat your ass.” Despite the excruciating pain throbbing through me, I remained articulate.
I threw up my hands, calling for my awakened magic.
My energy blast had probably sent Jack to the netherworld, so it should do some considerable damage to the asshole who stood six yards away from me.
“You dare to fight me, Marigold?” he asked lethally, remaining every bit in control.
“Not to fight you,” I said softly. “To kill you.”
My blood boiled inside me at the call of war.
Twelve runes rose to my skin, twirling up on my neck and slithering up my face.
“It’s impossible,” Cameron said. “She’s got all twelve powers.”
Nothing was impossible. I’d just proved that.
“Calm down, Marigold,” Marie called. “Please calm down. Don’t do anything you’ll regret later. Let’s talk about this.”
“Talk? After all this, you want to fucking talk?” I laughed without mirth. “And regret isn’t in my vocabulary.”
I could feel my eyes glowing. The last thing I wanted was to calm the fuck down.
“Let her come to me,” Paxton said. “Let’s see what she’s got.”
My power rose.
It wasn’t lightning, water, air blast, or any of the powers from the twelve houses of the Olympian gods whipping around me.
A sheet of dark crimson fire, more like hellfire, surged toward the demigod.
“Burn him to Hell!” I howled.
Solid ice walls formed around Paxton and the rest of the class. The demigod sent the storm of his icy current crashing into my fire.
The impact of the two opposite forces sent shockwaves all around and tore through the ceiling.
Concrete, dirt, and rocks rained down with water and ice. Pieces of wood caught fire and flew in all directions.
The students scattered as fast as their feet could carry them, staying clear of Paxton and me.
I pushed my fire toward the demigod, my body trembling from the strain.
