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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.

“This is not over!” Remy yelled after him, rather uselessly given the aftermath, suddenly aware of the cold the vampire had left in his wake. The lord smiled. You could hammer at the diamonds of those dark eyes for years and never make a dent. “I very much hope not, Pendergast,” he said.

And then the lord smiled with a rapacious, predatory hunger that had nothing to do with Remy’s attempt to kill him, and that made Remy’s hands dampen with sweat.

Remy took his second dagger from the vampire’s chest, but kept his first buried in the youth’s throat out of principle. Breaker was still a few feet away; too far for a successful lunge. He took a step toward it anyway as he braced for an incoming attack, then added another when none was immediately forthcoming.

Now her smile was exactly as he remembered it. “Send me to heaven, Armiger."