“I—” Remy hesitated. He didn’t want to be grateful to Malekh, but he didn’t want to apologize, either. “Malekh. I’m not… I know that we—there’s something I must—” “Are you trying to thank me, Pendergast?” Malekh didn’t quite smirk, but he came close. “Or do you plan to offer to me what you had of my betrothed last night, as recompense?”
I love how blunt Zidan is but my heart also cant take it
