Maverick’s insufferable smirk returned, sadistically delighted by her threat. “I thought you might like to know I have a healer for your little darkling.” Her breath stilled. “What?” “I said—” “I know what you said,” she flared. “Where did you get a healer?” “I have my ways.” Zaiana stared into his eyes, searching them for any indication he was playing her for a fool. “Why?” Maverick seemed to calculate his next words carefully. “She was impressive out there. It would be a shame to see such talent go to waste.”
