The unknown numbers belonged to Patro. He'd sent photos of what he'd done to Eve's father.
Malakai rose from the love seat and approached her. He picked up the phone, looked at the content and slowly met her eyes that were flickering rapidly.
Eve's mind raced with panic. She was unmoving, as still as a statue, body shivering rapidly.
"Eve." Malakai kept the phone aside. Patro had the man tortured, he didn't look anything recognizable. He'd sent her a photo of them with a threat to take a finger and put him in even worse condition than he already was.
"Eve, look at me." He grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around. Her eyes, hazel and tearful behind her glasses gazed up at him.
"Malakai…"
"I know. I know," he said to her. "But I need you to calm down, okay?"
"You don't understand."
