Chapter 86

Kaelen

The air between us hums like a living thing.

Zarek’s flame-wings spread wide, licking at the high arches of the chamber. Heat rolls off him in waves, enough to make the stone sweat. Every instinct in me screams to answer it—to let my dragon out, to meet fire with fire—but I can’t. Not with Maren still bound in the circle behind him, too close to the line where my power ends and destruction