“Take care of yourself, Malik.” His gaze rose. “Promise that. No matter how this ends, you’ll start taking care of yourself,” I urged. “The Ascended need you, and…if things go south, your family will need you, too. So will Millicent. Promise me.” Malik’s chest rose, but it didn’t fall. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough. “I promise.”
Poppy...fuck off please
