Chapter 89. A Perfect Birthday

"Pathetic." He removed the sword from where it kissed her flesh and pointed it down. "For Creator's sake, Naomi, use her body to your advantage. It is yours now. Yours to control!" 

Naomi bit her lips to fight off the tears that burned in her eyes. There was nothing she hated more than being embarrassed or scolded. "I... I..."

"How weak," Azriel spat. That singular sentence caused Naomi's eyes to darken with fury. 

"I am anything but weak." Immediately, she stretched her arm out to where her sword lay on the ground, and in a flash, it flew into her waiting hand. 

Suddenly, the weight became inconsequential as Naomi's eyes glowed an astonishing shade of violet. 

Azriel grinned at her transformation and bent his index finger twice, beckoning her to attack him. 

So she did. 

Her body spun and moved with a beauty that Azriel had only seen when watching Nerina herself but somehow, Naomi looked even better.