Orion
He should have killed her immediately.
That was the original plan.
Not because he wanted to. Because he remembered what happened the last time she survived long enough for the bond to awaken completely.
The mountain screams around him as ancient stone fractures beneath dragonfire and collapsing magic. Dust rains from the ceiling in violent waves while silver symbols flicker erratically across the prison walls.
Failing.
The prison is failing.
Again.
He stands motionless near the shattered cell doorway while the reunited bond tears through the prison like a living storm.
The dragon king’s fury burns hot enough to c***k enchanted stone. The vampire’s magic slices through the prison wards with
terrifying precision. The fae king bends illusion and glamour around collapsing corr
