Chapter 50

• With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct.
• In his moment of vengeance, he had forgotten about the woman in the cloak that was casting the spell on him. With the tips of his sharp claws, he felt Fragor’s heart; the red in his eyes reflected in the ones of his torturer, only that Fragor appeared to be scared.
• Yes, his torturer was scared, an emotion he had neither seen nor felt in him before. He was about to rip out of his heart, ending him once and for all, when an invisible wave seized his own heart.