“What happens to Remy if she has no one left to help her? Do you think the Slythes will treat her well? A half-breed kid with human blood? Our species may have mixed a lot in the past, and warlocks may be descended from humans in the first place, but they won’t see her as anything other than a—” A curse. I swallowed the word before it could spill out like vomit, shoving my shaking hands in my pockets. “A nuisance. They would see her as a nuisance.”
