Rhys
I didn't wait for Kayden to argue or refuse. I caught the eye of a passing taxi and stopped it. When the cab pulled to the curb, I opened the door and ushered him inside, my hand never leaving his. It felt as if I let go, even for a second, he'd vanish back into that club and back into Leo's arms.
We slid into the back seat and I slammed the door shut behind us. The air in the car was warm and smelled faintly of old peppermint, but I didn't care about that.
I told the driver where we were going and as the car started, I looked at Kayden.
"Where the hell are we going, Rhys?" Kayden demanded again. He was pressed against the far door, his chest heaving as he glared at me. "What is this place? If this is a place you love to be alone, why the hell are you taking me there?"
"Because I want to talk to you in a place where we wouldn't be disturbed and you are going to like it," I muttered, looking straight ahead so I wouldn't have to face the fire in his eyes just yet.
