“Sure, that’s why,” I grunted. I’d seen the way he’d stared at some of the noblewomen, the little s**t. He wasn’t as good as I was to keep things a secret.
“Well, I’m staying for a while as well,” Kenzi announced, shocking all of us. “They damaged me, so they need to nurture me back to health. Put that friend of yours to work, dude.”
She lifted an eyebrow at Kane, who looked genuinely confused by her request.
But I smiled wickedly, because I knew exactly who she was talking about. “Mal?”
Kenzi grimaced. “I think I might have Stockholm syndrome.”
I snorted with laughter while Kane looked surprised. The idea of Kenzi, who’d been imprisoned and tortured, developing feelings for one of her captors should have been disturbing. But knowing Mal, and knowing Kenzi’s taste in complicated men,
