60. Hi, grandma.

Killian smirked, his eyes set on the lifeless body next to his feet. The guards rushed to follow his commands- even if Malthus and his little friend would want to rebel against Wrath, there's no way any of them could build an army half of the size as his. Not to mention that Killian could kill his own army and leave the battlefield with little to no injuries. The thought of his mate suddenly invad