Levi's POV:
The room they had put me in was completely destroyed, though I doubted I was the only one who had done so at this point. I sighed as I sat on the bed, which was the only surviving piece of furniture. So much for that plan of Seth's. Damn it. I ran a hand through my hair, gripping it in my fist briefly. I hated feeling powerless. My mother had helped me to reclaim my power in the wars we fought together, but even that had never felt like enough.
I was weak. Stupidly f*****g weak when I was young. I struggled with my power and my place at my mother's side. Even when I finally gained my full power, it never seemed like enough. Like now. I was powerful, but not enough to stop a command from demon royalty. Not enough to save my mate from being carried off to suffer through her pow
