Dorian
Dorian stalked to his father’s study with unleashed rage, black shadows spilling from his fingertips and following him down the hall. The mental image of Aria’s cast blurred the corners of his vision, so he hardly noticed when he busted the door right off its hinges, sending it flying against the opposite end.
It barely missed his father’s head, his red, mottled face nearly sending Dorian over the edge. “He will be punished for this,” Dorian sneered. “If not by your hand, then mine.”
His father rose to his feet, his chair screeching across the hardwood. “I am your king. You do not command me to do anything.”
“Your vile son hurt my pet!” Dorian roared. “He broke the law and will be punished, or so help me, I’ll—”
The king scoffed. “Or you’ll what? Your pet is an embarrassm
