"Death?" Riley practically gasped the word with the kind of disbelieving finality someone might have if they were told they had won the lottery. Only this time it was for something far less desirable and far more horrifying.
"As in you're telling me I would have to die-die for the seal to be broken?"
"Yes."
Riley's entire small body jerked as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over him.
"WHY? What did I even do?" he shrieked in disbelief, pacing in quick, frantic circles on the floor.
"Also, if it's the black dragons, then how could I, someone who's literally just twenty-five years old, have done something so horrific that I deserve this kind of wrath? In which timeline would I even have anything to do with black dragons? Maybe a first life? Or a second life?"
