Michael did as she asked, wheeling Rain outside to the balcony himself. Rain bit her lower lip as she scanned her surroundings. It was clear they were at his private mansion, and she suspected the island itself was his personal property. Her sharp eyes caught the movement of armed guards stationed everywhere.
'The security is tight,' she thought, keeping her expression neutral.
"Aren't you supposed to be crippled?" she asked bluntly as he moved to sit on a chair beside her, angling himself to study her face.
He chuckled, leaning back casually. "Well, as you can see, I'm perfectly capable of walking. You don't need to worry. I perform just fine in bed, too."
Rain wanted to vomit or maybe even poke him in his smug face, but she kept her composure. "You said I could talk to my father," she reminded him sharply.
