Sebastian POV
My rear tires screeched on the concrete of the underground loading bay. The black SUV jerked forward, its steel bumper just clearing the closing security gate. I saw camera flashes through the tinted window. The media had tracked us from the practice rink to the tower in under twelve minutes.
"Stay down, sweetheart," I growled, reaching back over the console.
My hand touched the fabric of his team's track jacket. Elliot was shaking. His skin felt hot like iron left in the sun. The air was thick with the smell of clover and boiling honey. He didn't answer. His fingers were locked on the door handle, his chin pressed tight against his chest.
"Sebastian," he rasped, his eyes barely open. "Are they behind us?"
"No," I said, putting the vehicle in park. "We beat t
