I wanted to argue, mostly because he was trying to make all the decisions, but I’d already admitted I couldn’t rightfully kill the Pardus brothers unless they did something worse than attacking me and painting graffiti on a food truck. If they had killed people with that grenade, it would have been different, but I couldn’t feel anything but relief that they’d failed.
“The fact that you can breathe fire and melt people probably helps with negotiations too.”
“People do not melt. They char and incinerate.”
“Good to know.” I rubbed my face and tried to set my ego aside to agree to his deal. Negotiating on Min’s behalf was what I’d had in mind, and it would be a lot easier to cow the brothers—convince them to comply—with a dragon standing at my side. “All right, I agree to your proposal, bu
