Vale's POV
"Papa, please fight him," I whispered as my father's finger pressed against the gun trigger.
For just a second, his glowing eyes flickered. Something human showed through the dark magic controlling him.
"Vale..." he said in his real voice, full of pain and love. "Run."
Then Vincent's control snapped back into place, and my father's face went empty again.
That tiny moment of seeing my real papa broke something inside me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized I might have to fight the man who taught me to ride bikes and helped with homework.
"This ends now," Kieran growled, his demon army spreading their wings behind him.
But before anyone could move, the cathedral roof exploded.
Chunks of stone rained down as something massive crashed through the ceiling. Through the dust and debris, I saw wings that stretched wider than cars. Scales that gleamed like liquid gold. Eyes that burned like miniature suns.
A dragon. An actual, real-life dragon.
