Rain soaked him to the bone before Rihan finally flagged down a cab.
He didn't care. He let the cold seep into his clothes, into his skin, as if it could rinse something out of him.
The cab took him nowhere in particular, looping through the city while he stared out the window and stayed alone with his thoughts.
It hadn't even been a full day. Not even a full day since Taeryn had sedated him, cuffed him, lied straight to his face.
And yet this... this restless ache in his chest was what Taeryn's absence did to him.
It was insane.
The moment he'd seen Taeryn standing in the elevator, soaked, wide-eyed, those familiar grey eyes catching his, Rihan had wanted to slam him against the wall and kiss him until neither of them could breathe. The urge had been violent, overwhelming.
He hated that.
Because it clashed brutally with the memory of last night. With the memory of his fists connecting with Taeryn's face, clean, solid punches that had split skin and drawn blood.
