Anomaly

"So…," a voice drawls behind me, barely containing amusement.

I already know who it is.

"Shut it," I snap, scowling at my reflection as I dab the balm over my swollen face, ignoring the deepening black eye and the bump forming at my temple.

Fuck me.

I had no idea Noelle could punch like that. I thought I knew all of his strengths, his skills, the way he moved in battle. But apparently, pregnancy rage unlocked a whole new level of superhuman strength.

Behind me, I hear a muffled snort.

I turn slowly from the mirror, narrowing my eyes at Roman, who has the audacity to be grinning. He tries to wipe the smirk off his face, clearing his throat and attempting to look serious, but the glint in his eyes betrays him.

I glare. He shrugs, completely unapologetic.

I exhale sharply and return to my very undignified task of nursing my wounds. The balm stings as I rub it over my cheek, and I flinch slightly. Damn it.