Page 70 of Bound to the Dreadlord

Bodies jerk and convulse, their mouths open in silent screams as they fall like broken dolls.

I don’t understand the process of how I can do this.

Only that it is over.

My knees buckle, the implications of what I just unleashed pressing down, suffocating.

And then—Veylan is there.

Hands gripping my arms, holding me upright. His touch is fire, consuming.

His breathing is ragged. Unsteady.

I force my eyes to his.

His expression is not anger.

Not even shock.

It is something else.

Something close to reverence.

His grip tightens.

“You—” He does not finish the sentence. His jaw clenches, silver eyes burning.

I don’t take my gaze from him.

I understand.

The prophecy. The power. The thing inside me that should not exist.

The Destroyer.

The Siren.

Me.

The moment breaks.

The stronghold is still not safe.

More will come.

I take a shaking breath. Meet his gaze.

“What now?”

His lips part—like he means to say something devastating.

He smirks.

The expression is vicious.

He leans in, voice low, silk and steel against my skin.

“Now, we burn this place to the ground.”

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