Chapter 217

I wrenched free.

His penthouse apartment hadn't changed. Still to-die-for sweeping views of the city, a massive glass wine storage unit in the open concept space, and a loft bedroom. He pointed at one of the leather sofas, custom made to hug the curved walls. "Sit and talk."

I told him about the gogota and the purple magic. I left out the spine modification, the yaksas, and Askuchar. I'd meant what I told Ro about enjoying my continued existence, and bringing up any Brotherhood involvement severely reduced my chances of walking out of here.

Malik listened in silence. A look of crystalized rage flashed over his face, but he sounded positively insolent when he said, "Why ever would you care about all this?"

It was a good question, but I had a good answer. "Leonie."