Malrik POV

“We should pray,” my aunt corrected softly.

“We?” I echoed, disbelief sharpening my tone as my brow arched.

She blinked at me, pretending not to understand, innocence painted on her face like a mask.

I leaned forward, my voice dropping into something far more dangerous.

“There is no we, Aunty.”

Her lips parted, but I cut her off before she could utter a single word.

“I’ll handle it. But here’s what you’re going to do keep your mouth shut and stay the hell ...