Chapter 48

Lazarus de Loughrey

“Ah, the smell of blood and fear.” I smirked, a mischievous edge in my voice. “Now that gets my attention.”

All five men got down on one knee as a sign of respect. “My King.” They greeted in unison and got back up.

Electronic music blasted from the stadium, spotlights of neon lig...

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