Chapter 5Malik didn’t know what to do. Ivan, his Ivan, was a phantasm—a creature not alive and yet not dead. So many times, he’d fantasized about drinking Agent Snow’s blood, and now he never would. His kind wasn’t supposed to exist, but he did, and Malik would not hand him over to the wizard.
He’d heard about the sacrifices wizards did, and Ivan’s blood might be tainted, but he didn’t want it poured in a circle. If he couldn’t have Ivan’s blood, then no one else would either.
“You’re not one to frown, so when you sit brooding, you make me a little worried.” Ivan raised an eyebrow at him when Malik met his gaze.
“Just thinking.”
“That’s great, but please do share.”
Malik shrugged, but carefully. He hardly ever shrugged, he was afraid too many or too hasty motions would trigger the sta
