Gelioryo walked around the bed, studying me from every side. I saw how his nostrils twitched hungrily, as if the lout were sniffing at my fear. Like a well-fed leopard watching a tied-up victim, he savored every moment of my horror—absorbing it, tasting it like an exquisite delicacy. The most powerful predator of Dorian—a dragon—knew his prey wouldn’t escape. And I, feeling like a trapped doe, understood it too.