Deadlight’s whole body tensed. Melody felt it, felt him stride away from her in a rage, stomping on the deck as he made his way over to Abubakar. “I told Wayfinder to stay away from Salvatore. She ignored me, didn’t she?” He flicked his tail towards the slaves. “You got the Horde involved. That’s why we’re running away from the city—she made enemies to save these four ponies.”