Maura was alone with Jamba in his tent. Designated once again to watch over him, she felt a sense of déjà vu as Solomon and Min had placed him onto his back in bed before leaving.
Maura groaned.
How was she supposed to regulate her emotions for Jamba if she was always the one tasked to care for him?
"Maura, come closer," Jamba requested, through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing his call for her she drew nearer. He peered beneath his lashes at her, his eyes were hooded and his skin was covered in beads of sweat.
"Are you in a lot of pain?" Maura asked.
It was a dumbass question, but she didn't know what else she should say.
"Nothing that your presence cannot ease, Little One," Jamba said with a smirk.
Damn him and his flirtatious words.
She wondered if he was just a natural schmooz
