“Where are your underwear?” he asked. Malum growled. I shrugged. “They’ve been disappearing for a while. I think someone is stealing them.” John stilled. “Excuse me?” Malum’s voice cracked like a whip. “Tell the others.” John said forcibly, “Let’s get the word out and find out who is taking them.” Malum stalked away in a whirl of fire and anger. “You can wear a pair of my boxers,” John said as he rummaged through his shelf of clothes. I rubbed at my tired eyes. “Are you sure? That seems kind of inappropriate.” Instead of answering my question, John ordered, “Part your legs.”
