HE WOKE EYE TO BLACK, cool eye with Seong-Jae Yoon. Malcolm’s eyes drifted open to the painful glare of morning sunlight—blocked by the outline of a tall, angular body leaning over him. He blinked dully up at Seong-Jae, muddled thoughts registering only that he was sleepy and for some reason Seong-Jae was there, bent over the bed and looking down at him dispassionately.
