Kellan stepped fully into view, his leather boots crunching over the debris scattered across the ruined marketplace. His grin widened as his eyes locked on Yara, her body tensing the moment she recognized him. The mocking light in his gaze made it clear he relished the discomfort his sudden appearance caused, and his taunts were only beginning.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Kellan's voice dripped with condescension, the low, mocking drawl breaking through the tense silence. His gaze flickered to the dragon, and then back to Yara, soaking in her shock, her barely-contained fury. He thrived on it, the chaos and tension feeding the malicious grin now spreading across his face.
