In an instant, the whole room falls into a shocked silence. The air quivers with tension as eyes dart between us, fangs flashing in horror, and some with a gleaming sadistic joy, bent on seeing the outcome of the events and living to tell the tale.
I flex my fingers pertinently.
"You know," I say, gritting my teeth together with an unbridled rage, my voice rising above the steady silence of the crowd and distance wavering notes of an orchestra who plays unaware of the turmoil that ensues. My body thrums with an all consuming power, the shadows that coil out from my fingertips quickly dismissing the unnatural calmness that had taken hold of me and replacing it with solid, boiling rage.
To think that Azrael would even attempt to use his powers on me... To think that he thought he would have a chance. The thought alone is almost laughable.
