Jealousy and fury mixed with humiliation raged within him like molten lava, igniting a fire of betrayal. He glared at the couple, especially the woman who broke and trampled all over his heart. "Amara, run—run far away! If I ever get my hands on you, I swear I will kill you!"
The words erupted from him, seething with rage.
"It's a devil's promise," he vowed, feeling an unsettling energy rise within him as his eyes glowed red. As if the chains sensed his fury, they began to dissolve, fading away, leaving him fueled by a dark resolve.
The words hung in the air, his voice a low growl, a vow of vengeance.
***
As the moonlight filtered in through the small square window, Killian slowly opened his eyes and saw a roughly thatched roof above his head. As the remnant of the nightmare flashed in his mind, anger and hate surged within him. He sat up, looking at his surroundings.
