(God's POV)

The agonizing screams of Marcus drew the attention of every guard and executioner in the room. No one noticed the shift in the eyes of the man kneeling amidst the shards of glass.

Alexander had been waiting for this exact split second.

Despite the sharp glass wedged into his kneecaps, sending searing pain through his nerves with every slight movement, he clenched his jaw. His thigh muscles exploded with sudden power.

He launched himself from the pool of ...