Darius's POV
"This wasn't the plan!" I yelled at her, rage coating my voice. I slammed my hands on the table in front of me.
Slowly, I walked towards her, and she kept backing away. I saw the worry in her eyes she was terrified, and I was furious.
Her back hit the wall, and I grabbed her by the neck.
"You are the High Witch of the Myrren Circle. I expect you to be stronger than this," I said, my voice dripping with venom.
"I'm sorry... Lord Darius," she said, barely able to speak.
"Please... please," she gasped, holding my hands as I tightened my grip.
"You promised me all the powers from the death of the Noir coven, but I have nothing!" I slammed her against the wall, then turned away, pacing the room, frustration boiling over.
She collapsed to the ground, coughing heavily and clu
