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“I’m not going up there on your back,” Remy said stubbornly. “And you can’t bloody make me.” ____ “FUCKING HELL,” Remy said not five minutes later, clinging on to Malekh’s back for dear life.

Staring back at his child, the fireplace casting sinister shadows over his face, the Duke of Valenbonne appeared rather like a moving, talking corpse himself. “You look so much like your mother,” he finally said, looking slightly repulsed by the observation, and turned away.

Remy’s face was a mask of solid indifference. Behind that mask was the rest of Remy, screaming into the void.