Malakai
“Doctor Brad says you need to claim the package before time runs out,” Track said, his voice flat, like he didn’t care much about the package itself.
I didn't like it.
The package.
Mina.
My jaw tightened at the thought of her—the halfling, pregnant with my blood. A mistake. A burden.
I didn’t speak right away, and Nero shifted on my arm, restless again.
She must want to tell me something.
Finally, I sighed, nodding toward Track. “Tell Brad to instruct Pompeo. Prepare her for my arrival,” I said coldly.
In response, Track tilted his head slightly, waiting, like he knew there was more.
“And,” I added after a moment, narrowing my eyes, “don’t manhandle the package. I’ll deal with her myself. Tell that to whosoever it is down there.”
Track’s smirk widened, but he
