Why did Mallok think he had to intervene?
While chewing on a tart-tasting cereal bar, I scrutinized Cahl. Dressed in black from head to toe, he was terribly sexy. The jumpsuit Arkadi had given him hugged him like a second skin and I wondered if he found me a little attractive in mine.
Why? Why, why, why! Why had Mallok intervened? Lest Cahl go too far? No. This relentless control freak would never have done that.
This questioning and the hypotheses it created drove me crazy.
As he adjusted his black leather gloves, Cahl approached the quad I was patiently waiting on. His shoulder-length hair was neatly combed back, clearing his face pleasantly.
“We’ll be leaving at five. Arkadi, his right-hand man, Mallok, who will follow us from a distance, you and me.”
It was the first time he spok
