Malcolm narrowed his eyes at Mauve's words. His expression was a mix of several emotions, none of which were easy to read. Regardless of how Mauve was born, Malcolm always considered her to be his sister. Her mother didn't make any difference to him, and right now, his sister was part of the vampires with a baby on the way—a baby that might need blood.
Malcolm touched his temples. Palers attacked vampires more than they had ever attacked humans. A few humans had been killed, but only if they wandered a little too close to the Nolands. He had no reason to help vampires except for the one sitting in front of him.
He almost wished he could say it wasn't his problem, but he couldn't look Mauve in the eyes and utter those words. He wouldn't be able to live with himself afterward. He truly wanted what was best for her, and he thought that would be away from the vampires, but Mauve didn't seem to think so.
"Malcolm, brother, please," Mauve pleaded.