Chapter 92

• DARRAGH’S POV
• Riona moved like lightning despite her injured hand. She twisted away from my grab, blood from her wounded fingers leaving dark streaks across the marble wall where she steadied herself. Her breathing was harsh and labored. The magic she'd been throwing around was taking its toll.
• "You know what's funny?" she said, cradling her bleeding hand against her chest. "You look exactly like your father. Same arrogant expression. Same entitled stance."