Chapter 43

Arlyaen jerked his hand slightly to the left, and the dagger swished past Melvin's bruised cheek, hitting the rock at the back. At that instant, it seemed as if time had stopped.

Until the screechy laugh tore the silence apart.

He had won the deal.

Red chains on Melvin's head clinked as he struggled to push his body up from the ground. Drips of blood streaming down his face continued to echo. He flashed the white dragon a terrified stare, his cracked lips quivering to speak.

"You shouldn't have thought you had an option from the very beginning," Arlyaen said with strong hatred laced in his voice, "white dragon."

Miracle avoided his eyes. 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 the raw heart onto his hand. It was the fifth bloody meal he had as far a