Cassandra felt him right before she could see him. Leaving Kanyon on the floor writhing in pain while holding on to his burnt genitalia, she ran towards the door. Yanking it open, she rushed out barefoot, blood still stuck to the one she had used to kick Kanyon.
Her heart stopped beating at the sight that welcomed her.
Beyond the metal fence, at a distance Siroos's dragon flapped its magnanimous wings. His ajar mouth hurled out a stream of bright orange fire, trying to burn whatever spell Kanyon had around this wretched place.
A tear began to appear in the spell cast around the palace with a bluish-purple boundary stretched wide.
Cassandra frantically ran to the point where her mate was and stood watching him in awe. Her limbs restless to just wrap themselves around the dragon's scaly body and be bathed in his deep love.
The tears of joy collected in her eyes as she rubbed her body with her hands.
He was here for her.
