"Your charm doesn't work on me," he said flatly, pushing her away from him with enough force to send her tumbling through the air.
"Find another fool to enchant."
Saphyra caught herself before she could hit the wall, her form allowing her to land softly on her feet. But her beautiful face was now twisted with a mixture of rage and desperate hunger.
No male had ever rejected her so completely, so utterly.
The Origin Bearer was proving more resistant than she had ever imagined possible.
But she was not ready to give up.
Not yet.
Around them, the battle between Odessa and Cornelia continued to rage, neither able to claim victory over the other.
Stone pillars crumbled under the assault of their powers, and the very air crackled with the intensity of their Origin energies.
But Saphyra paid them no attention. Her entire world had narrowed down to the floating figure of Jaenor and the growing need to possess him that burned in her chest like a physical ache.
