Chapter 279: He’s Crazy
Natalie~
I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I simply moved.
The second I lunged at Nathan, Jasmine surged through me with a savage, gleeful roar. I could have ended this with a flick of my magic, could have reduced him to nothing in a single breath. But where was the satisfaction in that? He deserved to feel every ounce of pain Zane and his father carried. The pain I felt now. He deserved to know my strength beyond the power that frightened him.
My fist connected with his face so hard I felt bone crack under my knuckles, and his head snapped sideways with a spray of blood and spit. The sound it made was like music to the rage coursing through me.
He staggered back, but before he could recover, I grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into the marble wall with enough force to send spiderweb cracks racing across it.
"Is this what you wanted?" I hissed into his ear, my voice trembling with zero patience and a hundred percent fury. Jasmine’s white-hot power flared across my skin, illuminating the hall in a radiant glow that made Nathan’s eyes squint and twitch. His fingers clawed at my wrist, but he might as well have been a child trying to move a mountain.
But to my surprise, he grinned, blood dripping from his split lip, teeth stained crimson. "Beautiful... so beautiful..." he wheezed, his eyes shining with a sick delight. "You’re so much stronger than I imagined you’d be, Princess Natalie."
I punched him in the stomach so hard he gagged, folding in half. The echo of his pained groan danced around us like a twisted hymn. But still, he chuckled through it, a rasping, manic sound that grated on my bones.
"You think this is funny?" I growled, pulling his head up by his greasy black hair. His eyes met mine, glazed with pain but alight with something else—something feral and wrong.
"Yes," he croaked, grinning wider. "Because... you’re perfect. So perfect for me. Why waste yourself on him," he tilted his chin subtly towards Zane, who was pacing like a caged storm behind me, Red snarling within him, "when you could be mine? My bride. My queen. We’d be unstoppable, Natalie. Think about it. Think about our children—"
The crack of my slap echoed down the bloodstained corridor. His head whipped sideways, spit and blood flying from his mouth. My palm burned, but I welcomed the sting.
"Shut your disgusting mouth," I seethed, fingers tightening around his hair until his scalp turned white. Jasmine snarled with savage approval in my chest, her voice rumbling through my bones. "Rip his tongue out, Mara. End this vile creature."