“You’re not to fight them until Xiaodan gives the word,” Malekh said. “You are not to leave my sight even then.” “You’re not my fucking father, Malekh,” Remy growled. “And not even he cares all this much.” Malekh smiled, wide enough to reveal the points of his fangs. “You’re still human, Pendergast. You’re the most vulnerable of us, and also the most hotheaded in a fight. I already thought you dead once—let us not make it a habit.” “I know you’re saying that because you’re worried about me, and I appreciate it,” Remy said. “But the way you express this shit still pisses me off.”
