Silver Under Nightfall (Reaper, #1)

by Rin Chupeco

She looked sympathetic. That was the worst part.

luv her already <3

Remy endeavored to disappoint.

Never had anyone who looked so pissed off, still looked so lovely.

the small bouts of self-revulsion warring with that part of him that felt good at being needed.

It was both frightening and oddly seductive.

“Fuck,” he said again, just because.

allow, of course, meaning that I have commanded you to do so and you will obey.

“I thought you didn’t want me along,” Remy muttered. “I never said that I didn’t want you.”

“I’ll go where you both go,” he found himself saying, feeling strangely at peace with the words.

And Malekh—he never really knew what Malekh thought.

“Can’t I just have a little bit of slaughter? I’m sure they won’t notice.”

“I don’t hate you,” Remy said.

You are a capable warrior, for a human. It is everything else about you that I find taxing.”

“Fuck you,” Remy said. “Perhaps one day, Pendergast. Now, shut up and strike me.”

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“Pendergast,” Malekh said. “Shut up.”

“Why do you keep turning someone else’s compassion into a favor that you owe, instead of accepting that you are worthy of it?”

“Adopted younger brother,” Malekh said. “I killed all my biological siblings some hundreds of years ago.” “Right. As one does.”

“Did I win the fucking wager, or didn’t I?” That brought out a low chuckle from his now-lover. “You won, Remington,” Zidan murmured. “You do always seem to win.”

“You tupped them both? Remington Adrian Pendergast, you sly dog!”

Like kindness had ever been a sin.

“It’s always been both.”

But you, Remy—I almost lost you. I cannot forgive them for it.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps you are worth saving? That you are worth the time to be kind to?

“Everything I touch seems to wind up dying on me, and I’d like to improve those odds somewhat.” The smile on Malekh’s face was clearer to see. “Fortunately for you, I am already dead.”

“Get away from my son, you undead bitch,” Edgar Pendergast said.

“Do you love her?” “I love them both,” he responded promptly, with none of the embarrassment of their first meeting.

He always seemed to give more than what he was ever given back.

“Did you ever even love her?” Remy asked bitterly. His father met his gaze. “Of course I did, Son,” he said calmly. “I wouldn’t hate her so much if I hadn’t.”

It will be difficult, but it will be to protect you.”

Whatever might come, he’d be by their side, and that was better than being without them.