Arlyaen jerked his hand slightly to the left, and the dagger swished past Melvin's bruised cheek, striking the rock behind him. For a brief second, it seemed as if time had stopped.
Until the screechy laugh sliced through the oppressive silence.
He had won the deal.
Red chains on Melvin's head clinked as he struggled to push his body up from the ground. He flashed the white dragon a terrified stare, his cracked lips quivering to speak, but only a dry rasp escaped.
"You shouldn't have thought that you had an option from the very beginning," Arlyaen said with strong hatred laced in his voice, "white dragon."
Miracle avoided his eyes, guilt washing over her soul. She knew she was officially repeating the sin her mother had committed. For a fallen angel, she was going to betray her species, her mission, and the entire of Long Sheng Jie.
The evil lord snapped his fingers. One of the hundreds of thumping capsules clicked open, dropping a raw heart
