DAXTON
It was him. The cocky bastard I'd destroyed for good. At least, that's what I'd believed before now. Seeing him again filled my mind with memories so bitter I could literally taste the bile in my mouth.
"You don't look so happy to see me." Theron drawled. "Why? Did you really believe you'd succeeded in burning me to ashes?"
I inhaled through my nose, willing myself to stay calm. He obviously felt so much joy when it boiled down to mocking me.
"What did you do to Arya?" I demanded and he shrugged.
"Nothing much. I just… corrupted the power of the moonstone," he droned, and knots formed in my guts.
"What?" I growled.
He grinned. "She's literally become a time bomb. And when she detonates, she'll be taking you down. Isn't that what she was made for?"
I snarled at him, rage boil
