In the dark room with only the moon shining through the window, Ravina lay in bed with Malachi. He had promised not to touch her and put pillows between them. She had wondered if she could trust him. His eyes earlier when she licked her lips had said something else. He was unpredictable to her. Like a beast chained but close to breaking loose and she didn't know when that would happen.
She lay facing away, on the shoulder that pained her. Unable to stand the pain, she carefully turned around, being cautious not to hurt her leg. Malachi lay facing away from her as well and she was grateful for that.
"Are you in pain?" He suddenly asked, startling her.
"No."
"Do you ever complain?" He asked.
"To who?"
He became silent, probably realizing she didn't have people she could truly complain to growing up. She had to take care of herself.
"You can complain to me," he said.