RYLEE
One second we were under the shade in the garden watching the rain beating the grass…and the next second we were in his black Rolls Royce speeding to Sean's private, white mansion. Kyran was furious, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
He didn't follow the traffic rules, broke each of them, and the tires skidded against the wet, slippery road. For a second, my heart was in my mouth, my fingers gripping the seatbelt so tightly as if I was holding onto life with everything, and my eyes squeezed shut.
Rain was still pouring, beating the car. But Kyran had no intention of slowing down. Upon reaching the mansion, he pulled over at the grand gates and stepped out of the car. I hurried to keep up with his pace, holding a clear umbrella over our heads.
Our caretaker spotted us
