Kiara sat on her knees, and Amoah loomed over her. Anti-magic handcuffs burned my wrists, preventing me from summoning power. Getting in the way of defending myself. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this sight,” he licked his lips, not taking his darkened eyes off her. “Do you dream of revenge?” There was no fear on her face, what could he do to her? Kill her? Oh yeah. That would be too good. “You still didn’t understand anything, did you?” - He suddenly sat down next to her, and then reached for her wrists. Kiara looked at the man in confusion. Is he freeing her? After everything she herself did to him? - Well, are you ready to show them all? Why you shouldn't anger the queen.