Malcolm rocked back on his heels, lips stained red, his chin crinkling in an odd way as he frowned down at Carrion. “You…” he said. Carrion was deathly pale, but he grinned up at Malcolm like a lunatic. “You really should have let me finish introducing myself earlier. It’s rude to interrupt people.” Malcolm let go of him, shoving him away. Miraculously, Carrion managed to stay on his feet. “My name is Carrion Swift. But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.” Malcolm began to shake. A violent convulsion wracked through him, and a
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