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throat. “Think you're going to go after Asai now?” She tsked . “Angry ghosts with raging infections don't make for good assassins."
    "Infection?” Joori took a step toward Fen, but Shig snagged hold of him and kept him back.
    Morin turned a narrow look up at Malick, head atilt as he held his weeping little sister by the hand. “Infection?” he asked, low and quiet.
    "Looks like.” Malick laid a hand on Morin's shoulder to keep him where he was. “Leg. Long story."
    "Think you could do it this time?” Shig wanted to know. “Or will you just bare your throat and beg him for what you can't have?"
    "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about,” Fen grated, but his eyes were going a bit rabid and almost afraid. “Your voices make just as much sense as mine do."
    Shig ignored him, voice dipping low, close to outraged. “You don't want to know, but you'll go anyway, won't you? You hate him as you hate yourself, so much hate you could raze the world, because no one else can hurt you like he can."
    "Shig, don't fuck with me, I'm warning you."
    "The pain's the only thing you understand, so you'll go to him to make sense of it all. You'll walk right into your own murder just to spite the man who would make himself your master."
    "Samin, if you don't let me go, I'll—"
    "That's a pretty suicide, innit?” Shig crooned. “Can't hate what you love and can't love what you hate."
    "Why won't you just shut the fuck up ?"
    "Can't scream, so you'll let your knives do it for you, or let his make all your pain go away."
    "Suicide.” Joori was staring at Shig, brow drawn down in a frown that turned him to the mirror image of his brother. He turned wary eyes on Fen. “Jacin—"
    "Your blood's not yours to spill, isn't that how it goes, angry Ghost?” Shig hugged Joori's arm tighter as he tried to push away from her. “Can't keep the Blood of the ones you love in their veins, and can't sweat enough of your own to save them."
    Fen actually snapped his teeth, eyes nearly crazed and wild, startling Joori into stillness. “Shut up, Shig.” Low and threatening; a clear warning.
    "Mal?” Samin asked quietly.
    Malick cut him a glance, shook his head. Shig didn't do something like this unless it was important, and it was, after all, why she was so valuable. “Let her go."
    Shig ignored it all. “Can't spill your own blood, so you'll corner the man who won't love you into sticking a knife in you instead of sticking his cock—"
    "Shut up, shut the fuck up !” So feral it was almost unrecognizable, buried inside a guttural growl as Fen thrashed against Samin's hold, surging against the tight grip and trying to lunge at Shig. Samin now had Fen's wrists locked in both his hands, arms crisscrossed over Fen's chest. Immobilized. Unable to reach for the knives he had everywhere, but it didn't stop Fen from trying to break loose. “You don't know a fucking thing about me, just shut—"
    "Can't take care of them the way you think you should, so you'll leave them all to the Temshiel who's handed you his promise, and if he burns for it—"
    "Leave him alone!” Caidi shouted, breaking herself loose from Morin's grip on her hand and skirting in to stand in front of her brother, all childish impudence and Fen-like audacity. “He's not a ghost, Joori said so. I thought you were a nice lady, but you're not, you're mean , and, and... and your hair looks funny."
    Malick shut his eyes, pinched at the bridge of his nose, burying a tense and highly inappropriate snort inside a light cough.
    Shig had no such qualms: she threw her head back and laughed. “Such a fucked-up family.” She turned a grin on Yori. “And you thought we had it bad.” She leaned down toward Caidi, amiable, almost conspiratory. “Never, ever leave him alone, pretty little forfeit. Alone is the one thing that'll truly break him."
    Forfeit . That... didn't sound good. Come to think of it, none of this sounded good, and Shig was on a very rare roll. Despite the edge