Thorion’s claws dug into her flesh and she winced in pain.
“I don’t know how you managed it,” Necrovar admitted, “but the game ends now.”
“What are you talking about?”
“HIS SOUL,” he bellowed, spraying flecks of black spit on her cheeks. “I cannot wield his soul! Tell me what you’ve done or I will rip your throat out!”
Keriya stared at the Shadow, who stared back at her through her dragon’s eyes. “Thorion couldn’t win,” she murmured. “He could only ensure that you lost.”
Necrovar backed off, seething and rattling Thorion’s wings. She rubbed her shoulder, which was bleeding in the place where his talons had punctured her skin. The dragon’s dark orbs rolled madly in their blackened sockets; then they landed on the grimy scabbard hanging at Keriya’s hip.
“I will not lose,” he grated, st
