Benjamin's voice was soft, almost affectionate as he answered, "Damon. The dragon."
The monster's smirk twisted into something darker, his eyes gleaming with wicked anticipation. "Ah, yes, that dragon... Damon. We'll clip his wings, and once we have his power, the World Key will be ours. It'll be so much easier to extract it once he's helpless-without those wings, he's just another beast ready for slaughter."
Kyra's blood ran cold. She clenched her fists, resisting the urge to lunge at the creature and tear him apart with her bare hands. They were planning to use her use her unborn child-as part of their twisted scheme and Damon. The very thought made her sick, rage boiling beneath her skin. She was nothing more than a pawn to them, a tool in their dark plan to harness the power of the World Key. And Damon... they wanted to mutilate him, break him, and steal his power.
