The Evil Queen's Dragon

Kiara sat on her knees, while Amoa loomed over her. Anti-magic shackles burned her wrists, preventing her from calling on her power. Preventing her from defending herself.

— You don’t even know how long I’ve dreamed of this sight, — he licked his lips, not taking his darkened eyes off her. — You dream about revenge?

On her face there was no fear of what he might do to her. Kill her? Oh yes. That would be too good.

— You still don’t understand anything, do you? — he suddenly sat down beside her, then reached for her wrists.

Kiara stared at the man in confusion. Is he freeing her? After everything she did to him herself?

— So, are you ready to show them all? Why shouldn’t we anger the queen.