Dohartti’s gold-colored eyes became round as she took in a long gasp of breath.
“Marran!” Mirkatthun came up to her and helped her up.
“Harran!” Pildogoz offered a hand to his father and aided him to his feet, while Brilkatt got up on his own and cursed.
“Travott, that bastard! I’m so relieved you’re gone! I’m so, so ecstatic Ahzahi’s avenged at last!” Brilkatt bellowed on the top of his lungs.
“What? My father is gone?” Predath butted in. His death glare could have withered anyone with a weak heart.
The Deathbellows glared back at the now violet-robed dragon shifter. Brilkatt stepped closer to Travott’s son.
“You’ve seen it. He hasn’t come back since Medakkaru burned him to death. He’s gone. There’s no turning back, Predath. If I must say, this is your father’s undoing. He might be
