Seeing them flee from me enraged me. I knocked my brothers away from me with a roar of rage. I was out the door and, in the air, before they could even stand. All I saw was red, all I could remember was Raphael laughing as he severed my wings from my back. I could feel the pain, the anguish it put me in. The look of absolute glee shinning in his eyes. The memories made me fly faster, harder. I reached them in no time as I lifted my sword to end them.
But the strike did not land, it bounced off some kind of shield Belle had created to protect themselves. The power of Gabriel’s mark protecting them. I did not have the time to decipher how that gave her this ability. I was in a tailspin, flying head over heel as I fell. No matter how hard I tried I could not gain the upper hand I needed. I
