As if he finds my fury beautiful. “So, you’re pissed,” he says. “What are you going to do about it?” Aela pants behind me, catching her breath as she contemplates a second burst of flame. And behind Power, Eater paws the ground as if readying for a fight: Power’s pupils have dilated; he’s spilled over, too, while watching me rage.
Don't tell me this is an enemies to lovers with POWER 🤮
