His gaze never wavered, pinning Mira with attention that felt like being examined by something vast and terrible.
It was like a baby girl looking at a dragon that couldn't care less about its life.
"But those restrictions no longer apply."
Warren's hand shot out, grabbing Mira's shoulder before she could charge again. His blue tattoos flowed faster across his skin, water responding to the spike in his internal tension.
"Be careful," Warren observed. "If Alaric has no restrictions, if he's truly free..."
He met Alaric's golden gaze directly, recognition flooding through ancient memories. "He's much stronger than his son. Significantly stronger. Jack's capabilities are impressive, but they're nothing compared to what Alaric can do when he's not holding back."
