LAMIA

I held the blades, one in each bloody hand, as a rejuvenating and authoritative energy claimed my body.

I felt my wounds begin to heal and close at a ridiculous rate as the vibrating zing of power coursed through my veins. My eyes were sharp and my breathing was steady - my anger unhinged.

I stood up from the ground, not lifting my head fully but rather peering through my lashes and disheveled hair. I felt the fire burning in my eyes and wondered if they mirrored the ...