"Damn it." Willow yelled, slamming the book on her lap shut. Her eyes were glowing a brilliant red and her power was leaking out into the air around us. Her anger was growing by the day. Watching the twins grow so rapidly was eating her alive. And the only way she could deal with the pain it seemed was to transfer it into anger, anger that was consuming her once kind soul.
"Willow, baby please stop this." I pleaded crouching in front of her. She growled low and deeply at me making a chill run down my spine, but I wouldn't back off. "Why should I? Give me one good reason why the gods don't deserve to drown on their own blood?" She asked, her voice so dark and malicious I was scared to even keep speaking, but I knew I had to. "How about four good reasons?" I said standing up hauling her up
