“Move,” he ground through his teeth. Brixton stared up at him, his face purpling briefly with a flash of temper—but the longer he stared at Seong-Jae, the paler he turned, his eyes widening. He faltered, the bravado draining out of him like a deflating balloon. He looked past Seong-Jae at Malcolm as if he would find help there, but Malcolm said nothing,
