Chapter 336

"I'm going to kill Satan."

"Bully for you." Malik saluted me from his doorway with his wine glass. "Oh. You're still not leaving."

"You're in sweatpants."

He looked down at himself. "Cashmere leisure pants."

"One step up from Lululemon, buddy. You need to snap out of this." I wormed my way past him into his apartment.

Malik tensed as I brushed his arm.

Rohan knocked him aside to follow me, serpent-like shadows writhing in his eyes, and dark magic crackling off him with the sharp smell of metal.

"Yes, you're very dangerous." Malik sipped his wine.

"Anyone ever suggest you're a functioning alcoholic?" Rohan said.

"Not and lived to say it a second time."

"How about an asshole?" Ro deadpanned. The dark magic died down.

"How about you state your business and leave?"

"That's right," I said. "You have more drinking to do. You're a coward, Malik."

Malik strode into the kitchen and topped up his glass. "You're trying my patience."