Mikhail felt the moment her life slipped away. The last bit of breath in her body vanished, and the silence where her heartbeat should have been was deafening.
There was nothing there now. Nothing. Nothing at all.
He threw back his head and roared. The rafters of the small museum quaked around them as his dragon surged to the surface. It forced itself through the thick, deadening weight of whatever Conrad's drug had done to it, but not even that could stop the dragon now. Mate-grief was too stronglove was too strong. Already his wounds were mending. Flames filled his vision as he vowed to destroy the man who had taken his love from him. It would be the last thing he would do before his broken heart killed him.
His mother's voice seemed to whisper from all around him. Magic calls to ma
