Chapter 125
Let's avenge him. His death will bring my god so much joy. Maybe just maybe — if I kill him, I will feel his presence once again.
The huge figure ached with the thought, a longing that curdled fast into something closer to thirst. His jaw tightened. His wings flared, blood dripping from the feathered edges in slow arcs that never seemed to run dry.
He vanished.
"Brother Blood Dragon! Wait for me!"
The woman in red robes called after him, her voice pitched low and sweet, the kind of sweetness that hid teeth beneath it. She didn't chase immediately. Instead she watched the space where he'd disappeared, lips curling into something between a smile and a warning, chest rising with a slow, deliberate breath.
Impatient as always. He never waits for anyone, not even when he should.
