Thundrann's expression contorted the moment he realized he had fallen from the dragon's back. Did he make a mistake in what he saw? Did his eyes see it right? That vampire prince's eyes… how could it be possible for a vampire to have those eyes?!
A glint of what seemed like fear flashed in Thundrann's eyes but the moment his eyes caught sight again of the silver-haired woman standing at the top of the watchtower as he fell to the ground, his lips curved up into a knowing evil smile.
His eyes turned hard and steely. He must ensure that he get his hands on that silver-haired woman no matter the cost. Once she is in his grasp, then his plans would be a huge step closer to being realised.
Just before he was about to crash into the ground in an unglorified heap, he flipped himself while still in the air and landed safely on the ground. The magical aura that was enveloping him that had waned a little upon Gavriel's ferocious strike immediately recovered and flared out even brighter.
