Kingdom of Ash

willing his voice to the drawl of the Valg
king. Knowing it was her captor she saw.
A blink.
Dorian had witnessed Erawan’s
experiments, the horrors of his dungeons. Yet
this young woman, so starved, the bruises on
her skin, the unholy thing in her arm, the
unholy thing he’d known had shared this bed
with her ...
He dared to unspool a thread of his power.
It neared her arm and recoiled.
Yes, the key was there.
He prowled closer, willing her not to look
toward the portal in the wall.
The young woman trembled—just slightly.
He willed himself not to vomit. Not to do
anything but look at her with cool command
as he said, “Give me your arm.”
Her brown eyes scanned his face, but she
held out her arm.