Malrik POV

“I guess the three of you couldn’t mind your own business and had to wade into the Mancini feud,” I said, folding my arms and studying them. My voice wasn’t loud it didn’t need to be.

All three stiffened, each one instinctively stepping a fraction aside. Nervous. Uncertain. Good.

“We’re only here to plead with you,” Oberon Pike began, edging forward with too-smooth caution, “to stop upsetting the order and do the right thing.”

I almost laughed. If only he ...