I wanted to kill the bastards for what they’d done to my mate. For what they’d done to her mother. For what they were still doing to this ward. My vengeance was incomplete. A heavy debt was still owed by the men who carried out Madra’s orders. It wouldn’t be settled until the streets of this city were piled high with their corpses and a mountain of golden armor blotted out the suns. But vengeance was going to have to wait.
