Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Breaking Point
DAHES
He was going to die.
Slowly. Agonizingly.
By my own two fucking hands until I decided I no longer wanted him to breathe, until I spilled enough of his blood to paint my kingdom in it.
Then I’d haunt his pathetic soul.
He killed my fucking dragon. I was going to make sure his was dead by the end of this.
I’d rip every scale off until the white hide turned red.
I’d pull every talon, sever its tail, shred its wings—everything from the dragon would be fucking gone except for its eyes so it could watch as its rider did nothing to stop it.
I was so damn tempted to give in and start my vengeance now. But I wanted Elion dead more…
Once I got what I wanted, then I’d have my fun, and I’d take my time fucking ruining him.
After the Solstice, maybe I’d have Magnolia be the one to do it—force her to torture him until they both broke. Make her be the one to carve into his flesh so that everyone knew she was fucking mine.
I’d turn it into a damn celebration.
Fuck—I rolled my neck.
I wanted to do it now—I wanted to watch her hand shake as I forced her to stab him over and over again, as I made her remove each of his fingernails with her teeth, as I made her peel every fucking inch of his skin off that had touched her until he was nothing but muscle dripping over bone.
I’d make him so unrecognizable that he wouldn’t look human anymore.
But not yet.
I needed him alive. I needed to use him during the Watala to kill Elion or he’d already be dead.
If I heard one more of her thoughts regarding her feelings toward the worthless cur, I might not wait until after the Watala. I might just kill him on the spot...
I had to send her to her room—for now.
“Tie him up,” I ordered my sentries, already stalking up the dais steps.
“Where is she?” he spat, fighting against my men as he was dragged in.
I drummed my fingers against my throne as I watched him struggle. “I think you should be far more concerned with yourself than Magnolia right now.”
“What the hell did you do with her?” he snarled.
“Make a deal with me and find out,” I drawled.
“Fuck you,” he seethed, pulling against the chains, but it was no use. The sentries bolted him into the middle of the throne room, and I savored every moment he had to tilt his head up to look at me.
“Now, that’s not very smart.” I smiled, slowly letting my teeth show through my mask. “You don’t have any of your powers left, your dragon is defenseless, and you’re chained in my castle. I think you should be groveling at my feet.”
“I’m not agreeing to anything you want. You’re wasting your time.”
“We’ll see,” I said, rising from my throne.
“Everyone breaks eventually. The only question is, how much of you I’ll get to ruin first.” I descended the stairs, each step deliberate as my gaze locked onto him.
“Breaking a person is an art,” I murmured, letting my voice ring out across the throne room.
“And I’ll savor every fucking second of fracturing yours. ”