Chapter 21 Defying The Devil!

• Atticus's claws emerged, but he quickly hid them, clenching his fists to prevent the claws from cutting his own skin. “I might be blind, but I can smell and feel the breeze,” he said roughly, trying to hide the anger he felt. Atticus knew he could not afford to lose control, especially now that he was closer than ever to getting what he wanted.
• Percival faced him, gripping the arms of the wheelchair, lowering his body to confront Atticus, watching closely for any reaction from his nephew. “There's one thing that's intriguing me,” Percival cleared his throat. “You said you chose another bride, but how did you manage that if you can't see and never leave the castle?”
• A line formed on Atticus's lips as he sighed wearily. “I've already told you I have no interest in marrying. How about leaving me alone?”