“Aren’t you a sweet boy. And handsome, too.” She turned that wide smile on Malcolm. “Isn’t he handsome?” Malcolm groaned, dragging his hand over his face. “Janine.” Janine only smirked, tapped a few more buttons on the screen, and bustled away, leaving them alone. Malcolm thought Yoon would leave it alone, until that soft, fluid voice lilted mockingly at his shoulder. “Well, Khalaji? Am I handsome?”
