Curzon’s grin turned wicked, his fangs showing. “She looks gorgeous in Ipsit’s colors, don’t you think, Eden?”

Violet tried to break free but his grip was too strong, like rigor mortis had set in.

Eden’s rage shook the room, thunder roaring from his voice. “Let her go, Curzon.”

Lightning cracked across the ceiling. Black storm clouds swirled above Eden.

Curzon laughed. “I’ve acquired a few new powers since we last met. Your pet clouds have lost ...