The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Seers and Snares

KIERYGAN’S POV

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Evander still had the witch pinned in a chokehold. “Answer me, witch,” he snapped, his fangs

glinting in the light.

She bared her teeth in a trembling laugh. “Prince Evander Moren,” she purred, though her voice

quivered. “Still harboring hatred for witches, I see.”

His lips curled into a dangerous smile. “That’s right he hissed softly. “Especially witches who don’t know when to stay away.”

His grip tightened around her throat. Her eyes flicked to me, and for the first time, fear darkened their bright green depths.

What he said was true. Evander only tolerated a handful of witches, like Ulyanna and Danaiah. He

never really got over the witch who couldn’t take a hint and cursed him. It was why he had disliked

Mirael from the very beginning–she reminded him too much of that witch.

“Don’t flatter yourself, vampire prince,” she rasped, her voice strained with pain. “I wasn’t chasing

after you. I was chasing the dragon king.”

At her words, my eyes narrowed. I stepped forward until I loomed directly over her, my shadow falling across her pale, freckled face.

“What do you want from me?” I asked coldly.

She tried to speak again, but Evander’s hand tightened around her throat, forcing only a broken wheeze from her lips. Her fingers clawed at his wrist, her green eyes filling with desperation.

“Let her speak,” I ordered curtly, my voice quiet but edged with steel.

Evander’s still crimson eyes flicked to me, displeased, as he slowly loosened his grip. But before he released her completely, he squeezed her throat hard enough to make her wince, then shoved her away from the wall.

She stumbled, clutching her throat as she coughed harshly, her wild red hair falling like flames over her face. After a moment, she straightened, regaining her composure.

When she raised her eyes to meet mine, I saw something there beyond fear or anger. Something

ancient.

“I saw a vision,” she whispered hoarsely. “When the darkness comes to swallow the world, the

being of light will give herself to save it.”

My frown deepened. “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice low and sharp. “Are you speaking

of Eirlys?”

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The witch’s eyes darted to me, then to Evander, who now bared his fangs fully in silent rage.

“Speak clearly,” Evander snarled, his voice shaking with fury. “What exactly did you see?”

She shook her head, hair swaying around her narrow shoulders. “That is all I’ve seen,” she rasped.” My visions come in fragments… pieces of fate, never the full weave.”

My chest tightened painfully. “Then tell me what I must do to prevent it,” I ordered, my voice low and cold.

The witch looked at me with something almost like sorrow, her green eyes softening at the edges. “There is nothing you can do,” she whispered. “It will come to pass.”

Rage curled inside me like a waking serpent. Before I could speak further, she rose shakily to her feet. Evander growled a low warning, but she ignored him.

Turning away, her red hair spilled down her back in tangled waves. She took a few unsteady steps, then paused to give us one last lingering glance before vanishing into thin air, leaving only the scent of wild herbs and bitter ash lingering in her wake.

For a moment, Evander and I stood in tense silence surrounded by walls of bright fabrics and the distant murmurs of shoppers.

Beside me, Evander let out a sharp exhale. His fangs retracted, though his eyes still burned red.” For all we know, that seer was just a sham,” he muttered.

It did nothing to calm me. “Sham or not,” I said coldly, “I’d scorch this entire world before I let Eirlys

sacrifice herself for it.”

“We need to find Eirlys,” I muttered, my voice rough with restrained fury.

I turned sharply toward the door, Evander’s footsteps a silent shadow behind me. As soon as I

pushed it open, a flash of cinnamon fur charged straight at me, skidding to a halt just before

colliding with my boots.

“Nibbles,” I breathed.

The rabbit thumped his hind leg rapidly, sharp squeaking noises escaping him as his ears flattened back in agitation. His small body trembled with each hop in place before his frantic eyes darted

toward the trinket shop across the market lane.

A chill crept up my spine.

“Where is Eirlys?” I muttered under my breath, though I knew he could not answer.

But the way he stomped, squeaked, and kept glancing urgently to the shop was enough. My pulse hammered hard against my ribs.

Something was wrong.

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“We have to get to her. Now,” I snapped at Evander as I strode forward, Nibbles hopping frantically

at my heels.

Evander didn’t need to be told twice. He phased into the trinket shop–only to be thrown back out by a pulse of energy so strong it hurled him across the street. I caught him before he crashed into

one of the stalls.

“A ward,” he hissed, his eyes narrowing. “This is not good.”

My chest clenched painfully. “She’s in there,” I growled, panic threading through my anger.

Before I could attempt anything, a low growl rose from the shadows behind us. Then another. And another. The sound of snapping teeth and scraping claws soon surrounded us completely.

I turned slowly, the air thick with the pungent scent of wolves.

They emerged from between market stalls and behind merchant carts–hulking forms with shaggy fur, gleaming eyes, and snarling muzzles curled back to reveal yellowed fangs.

At least twenty of them, each wearing leather armor strapped across their broad chests. As if they had prepared for this very moment.

Rogues.

No. Not just rogues. Malric’s rogues.

Rage burned so hot within me it felt almost calm. I curled my fingers into fists, feeling the sharp crackle of dragonfire build in my veins.

“They came for her,” Evander hissed.

He stepped forward slightly, his fangs elongating, his eyes darkening to a deep crimson that was

nearly black.

I didn’t take my eyes off the largest werewolf as he stepped forward, claws clicking against the

stone road.

My head snapped to Evander. “Get Ulyanna,” I ordered. “We need to break down that damn ward.”

He nodded once before phasing out of sight.

EIRLYS‘ POV

The coins Kierygan gave me felt heavy in my pocket. I knew he had given me too much, and I planned to return whatever I didn’t use after I finished shopping for my friends.

I almost broke into a sprint as I crossed the busy street, clutching Nibbles gently against my chest. My mind whirled with thoughts of what I would get for each of them.

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Maybe I’d get Ashteryn more bags of tea, so we could brew different blends each time I visited his

workshop.

For Solara… perhaps a carved comb adorned with tiny sunstones. She always kept her hair braided so neatly. She’d like something beautiful yet practical.

Grace and Emma… matching bracelets woven with delicate charms. Little crescent moons or stars for Emma, and floral designs for Grace. I could already hear their delighted squeals and giggles.

And for Orryx and Callum… sturdy leather belts for their swords. Something they could use every day.

My heart warmed at the thought as I reached for the door handle and pushed it open. A little brass bell jingled above me as I stepped inside. The scent of dried herbs and old wood wrapped around me instantly.

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