I broke the kiss.
His eyes widened in confusion but before realisation hit them, I was already readying myself to smash his face, pouring every ounce of fury and letting all the power in my body concentrate on my knuckles. There was no time to think, only my fists rushing towards his face, fully intent on making sure there would not be much of it left by the time I was finished.
It came in contact with his skin, my mouth twitching to hear the satisfying crunch of his skull, or the wetness of his blood, anything to prove that he wasn't as indestructible as everyone thought.
But nothing happened.
The instant my fists connected with his face, all of the power inside me evaporated into nothingness as if someone had pulled the plug. And all I was able to achieve was to move his face a fraction of an inch with my normal pitiful force. By the looks of it, it hurt my knuckles more than it hurt him.
Darek straightened his face and stared at me in disappointment.
