My back straightened, my neck going taut as I imagined the kind of madness that might have taken root in him while he stared at my photos.
Now I was curious about what kind of poses I'd been caught in. I must have hit my head somewhere, or maybe the intense sex we'd had woke the sleeping devil in me.
Why on earth was I suddenly curious, imagining something indecent like that?
"How… how maddening was he during that time?" I asked.
Rodrique didn't answer right away. He stayed silent, and in the rearview mirror I saw him frown slightly, that same cold, soulless gaze fixed ahead. Was he thinking? Weighing something?
"It's fine if you can't answer. I know how loyal you are to him. My words probably mean nothing to you."
"Ah, no, no, ma'am. That's not it." Rodrique stiffened, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Some things are better heard directly from him."
