Angela's teacup slipped from her fingers.
CLINK!
It hit the saucer loudly, tea sloshing over the rim and pooling on the polished wood of the table, yet she didn't notice. Her violet eyes had gone wide and glassy. The color had drained from her face, leaving her looking like a ghost in her own skin.
She was there when Cecilia had her breakdown over this exact thi—
Beside her, Damon's reaction was more subtle but no less profound. Now his face was carved from marble. Completely pale. His jaw was set so hard it looked like it might crack, and he didn't speak.
The Dragon Lord. The remains of a god. Forged into a weapon.
This was the first time Damon heard any of this.
Arkai wasn't much different. His arm had gone rigid around Cecilia's shoulders. His face had gone slack with shock, and his dark eyes were fixed on Ruby, but they weren't seeing her.
In the wolf's eyes, something akin to despair bloomed forth.
