Chapter 170
Annalise
My jaw clenched so hard I felt something c***k. Maybe a tooth. Maybe my sanity.
Demonis stood at the heart of the battlefield, watching the chaos unfold like it was entertainment. Not a single crease on his brow. Not an ounce of concern in his eyes. He stood there like a king admiring a bloody painting, calm and composed while the world around us burned.
And I snapped.
“You smug, twisted, manipulative, gods-forsaken bastard,” I hissed through my teeth.
My rage boiled, rising in my throat like lava. My hand gripped the bloodied ceremonial dagger tighter, knuckles white, as I marched toward him, fury and grief clawing at my insides. He had done this. He planned this. Every word, every look, every lie.
“You think this is a game?” I shouted. “You sick son of a demon
