Again she had to fight the urge to smile. His English was very good, but it seemed some idioms weren’t in his vocabulary. “I just meant that it was simple enough.”
“Ah, good.” He took his own fork and scooped up some chicken and rice, then swallowed.
Madison had yet to take a bite. The food looked good and smelled even better, but what if he’d done something to it, doctored it somehow?
For what? her mind scoffed at her. You’re lying here with one usable arm. If he wanted to try something, he would have already.
Assuming that the djinn were even interested in humans. Well, beyond killing them, that was.
So she put the piece of chicken in her mouth. Subtle spices rolled over her tongue, bringing with them another surge of memory, of sitting in that crazy Indian place out on Menaul and f
