“He’s fine,” Malak said with a dismissive roll of his eyes and then nodded to the other side of the room. “In the bathroom. I haven’t touched him, I can assure you.”
Relief washed through Nathan; he could see the bathroom light on from underneath the door, assuming Malak wasn’t lying. “Right. Haven’t touched him. Wish you could say the same about me.” His thigh and hip, and a couple areas too close to home, still burned a little hotter than the rest of him. “What do you want, other than to make my life a living Hell before you whisk me away?”
Malak merely smiled wider, looking so damn comfortable with his legs stretched out and his back leaning against the headboard. “Honestly, Nathan, we know each otherpersonallynow, I have no more need for subterfuge or…dreams. It’s nice to be able to check up on my investments from time to time. I have such high hopes for you. And so far you’re…right on schedule.”