Disheveled, bloodied, and definitely banged up.
The figure before him looked nothing like the celebrated beauty and treasured daughter of the Dravaryn clan who had once captivated so many dragons of their generation.
And yet, those vindictive and unrelenting eyes definitely belonged to the very same woman who had driven him, a dragon who should've had an incredibly bright future, into the dark abyss he currently found himself in.
Had it not been for her stupidity, constantly playing hard to get and repeatedly provoking him by choosing that insolent Orryn over him, he never would've had to act as rashly as he did.
Had that bitch simply acted as she should've, none of this would've happened.
Maybe the two of them could've risen together as the elite dragons they were always meant to be.
But now?
Look at him.
Then look at her, still running alongside Lady Cirila as though she had every right to stand beside the Dravaryns after everything she'd done.
HAH!
