His Queen of Chaos
"Come to the gala tonight."
"I have thirty open cases and a hearing at nine tomorrow."
"Come to the gala tonight," Malik said again, and something in his voice made me look up from the food, "and stand up next to me in front of the whole city that used to want you dead, as the woman who runs the Marcus Brooks Justice Clinic and answers to no one, including me, and let all four hundred of them see exactly what I built my life around." A beat, his thumb still moving over my hand. "Wear the green. The one that made Rhee spill her drink at the foundation thing."