Malakai had taken Eve home and for an hour or so, Eve just sat, staring distantly at her palm…sulking.
It bothered him.
"How many more hours are you going to sulk?"
She shot him a glare.
"I don't think you have friends."
"I do."
"Well, then let me tell you something," she began. "I will sulk on this sofa until I feel better. I don't know anyone who would feel good to find out that their best friend of what? Twenty years, secretly hated her, ruined her life and wanted to do so much worse."
Malakai asked, "Is she worth it?"
"What?" Her lifted eyebrows nearly kissed her hairline.
He shrugged, saying, "Move on. Forget people that are not worth it."
"Easy for you to say, Mr. Basti."
"It's Malakai."
"I know," Eve said.
"Call me Malakai," he demanded. "Since we are married now, it's best we get familiar with each other. This is a done deal, you're never getting out of it, drop the formality."
