Chapter 67. Be Glad!

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

It was like stepping into a dense, ominous fog when I charged into Killian's shadows. That mage arrived in front of the timber door, and I could barely reach him.

"Leave them alone," I hissed, grabbing his hand and forcing him to stop.

Killian showed off his maddening smirk. My warning only fueled him as he approached Rose, Violet, and the young mage, who immediately bowed their heads respectfully. Azalea arrived a second after us.

Killian put both hands on his waist, bending his body over. He scanned Rose and Violet in turn. I wrapped an arm around both girls' shoulders protectively, hissing in annoyance at him.

His seaweed-green eyes gleamed, narrowing in delight. "Wow, you guys look like mini-Peony," he complimented. "One, two, huh? Where's the other one?"

“Back off!"

I glared at Azalea, indirectly telling her to put shackles on him before he did whatever he had-in-mind and threatened my babies.