ALEX
The car was still warm as fog clogged the windows. I leaned forward against Rhys’s chest, feeling his heartbeat echo as he idly traced circles on my thigh as if he didn’t want the quiet to end.
Outside the night hummed, a faraway streetlight flickered through the mist, and cars breezed by, oblivious to what was happening here.
"I'm going to kill the monarch." Rhys said.
“You’re thinking too hard,” I murmured, as I slid down his legs and sat on the chair.
Rhys huffed a laugh, one arm tightening around me. “Am I?”
“Mm-hmm. Your jaw does that thing when you’re chewing on something you don’t want to say.”
He hesitated, then pressed his lips to my shoulder, planting a soft kiss. “Family business,” he muttered. “The never-ending circus.”
He threw his head back against the seat, ey
