Fire blazed through the veins of Drazhan, pulsating with all its power and might. His flames burned and blazing hot within him, threatening to explode with jealousy and anger and harming the man whose eyes lingered on his wife.
Drazhan knew the feelings that plumage through him. His eyes darted from Zariek to the sword that was at Thorne's waist with his instincts pushing him to take that sword in his hands. Images of using that same sword to s***h open Zariek's neck filled his mind, igniting the raging fire within him. An evil thought it was and it made him close his hands into a fist while pushing his feeling back inside of him. Yet he couldn't come to stop himself neither could he gain control of his flames and anger that was blazing hot inside of him. He turned to Zariek one more time
