Chapter 6Ivan left the bathroom without cursing. Malik had never been in a shower. It was hard to tell how old a vampire was, but Ivan would guess Malik was close to forty, maybe a couple of years past forty, and he’d never been in a shower. Ivan would turn thirty-four in October if they survived this mission, and he’d always assumed Malik was a few years older than him.
How did they wash in the basement? He wanted to strangle Remington Redwood.
He hadn’t seen many vamps living happy lives, but few were as miserable as those Remi kept.
The chain rattled against the shower stall wall, and Ivan winced. Perhaps he should have stayed in there. “Everything all right?” He stood right outside the door, not wanting to barge in unless Malik wanted him there.
“Hot.”
Ivan grinned. “Turn the temp
