Regret Me Not, Dragon Prince
Everyone was waiting for my answer, eager to see me humiliate myself. Right on cue, the grand doors flew open, and a suffocating, terrifying pressure swept through the entire hall like a tidal wave.
Cael had arrived.
He stood nearly six-foot-seven, with broad shoulders and a tapered waist, his custom suit barely containing his explosive muscle mass. But his crimson eyes were swimming with a dark, barely restrained urge for violence and slaughter. Just by standing there, his chaotic, raw magical aura made everyone's primal instincts scream run.