C39 THE HIDEOUT

"It's Mandarin."

"What?" My brows jumped up as I turned to see Chito looking over my shoulder.

"I said it's Mandarin." He jerked his head to the desktop as he peered at the strange language on the computer.

"Oh, okay, I'll remember that, thanks." I nodded, my eyes raking over his healthy-looking features. His usually rough curls were now fixed into a semblance of style