Chapter 4 Iris's Regret
- The heavy silence in the broken shed hung like a blade.
- Iris was still on her hands and knees, her chest rising and falling quickly as she fought for every breath. The weight of Dean's aura pressed down on her like iron. Her delicate pink dress was covered in dirt and sawdust, but she didn't care about it anymore. She was staring at the black dragon in pure terror.
- Beside her, Troy was no better.