Chapter 68

“Very much,” Lyle replied. “But I am quite hungry. So…”

“And your friend?” Cabal said, ignoring Lyle’s prompt for him to leave. “He’s not with you?”

“He’s out walking,” Lyle lied. Why the lie felt right, he didn’t know. “It’s a beautiful night. And we’ve been in the car for a while. He thought a stretch before bed would be good.”

“Lovely.” Cabal drew the chair out from under the desk and sat. “Perhaps I’ll wait for him to return.”

Suspicion flared into full-out mistrust in Lyle’s guts. “For?”

Another close-lipped smile drew up the corners of Cabal’s lips. It did not reach his eyes. “Why, to see if he’s enjoying the stay, of course. To see if there’s anything we—I—can do to make his stay more pleasurable.”

“There isn’t.”

Cabal’s expression darkened even as his smile grew. “You speak for him?”

Water dripped in the bathroom. It echoed in Lyle’s ears. It was, however, the only sound from the small room.