Chapter 42

Makai seemed to catch his expression. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said quietly. “Whatever made you survive, right?”

Emil swallowed hard and nodded. Yeah, that wasn’t a bad way to think about it.

Makai pointed him toward the plates and utensils, and he grabbed them both another beer to drink, not particularly caring if it went with the meal or not.

Once they sat at the small table by the living room window and started to eat, it seemed like most of the heavy stuff was put on hold for the moment. Emil didn’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable sitting with Makai like this, and the table was smaller and Makai bigger than Evy had been at the diner what felt like only days ago.

“I need some Tylenol after we eat,” Makai said when they were halfway through the meal.

“Back getting sore?”

“Yeah. There’s bruising there, and I got knocked pretty well by the debris, even where it didn’t pierce skin.”