Felix ran a hand through his crimson hair, his jaw tightening in frustration. "I would have personally sent Maximilian to his old father if not for the illusions of that bitch!" He barked.
Vincent's brows furrowed at the sheer audacity of Felix's statement. Even though the Sovereign had been killed, Felix was clearly ignoring two major facts: the number of dragons who had died in the process, and the condition the Sovereign had been in when he was slain.
He had decided to cut off any ties with this idiot as soon as they reached the border of the Riftlands or his foolishness might someday become the reason of death for both of them.
"You may return and claim his head if you wish, Lord Felix," Vincent replied, a clear jab in his voice.
Felix only gave an annoyed glare in response. If he were to turn back now, who knew what news Vincent would feed to the other dragons? He must not leave his side until they met the others.
