Malrik POV

It all made sense now.

Dravina’s blood was the missing piece. The final thread that would have bound Roarke’s serum together, held his body intact, kept his mind from splintering. With her, he could have stopped the bleeding eyes, the fractured thoughts, the unraveling flesh. Without her, the concoction tore him apart from the inside. What sat in that silver cage before us was no longer a man it was a nightmare in human form, clawing to contain power that had never been his to ...