This wasn't the first time Kelsey had begged him to let her go, but Rhett chose to ignore the strange, unfamiliar emotions stirring deep inside him.
He had never, ever experienced this kind of loss of control before.
The car came to a sudden stop by a quiet, deserted road.
Rhett rolled down the window, his knuckles white as he rested his hand on the frame. A cigarette was pinched between his fingertips, the lit end glowing and burning down slowly.
He didn't take a drag. He just let it burn.
When the hot ember finally reached his skin, he flicked the ash away with a sharp motion and turned to look at Kelsey. "I told you. Your only choice is to be mine. Name your price."
"Why? You already have Elise. Why do you have to hold onto me?"
She asked him the question he couldn't answer, and his eyes flickered with something unreadable before settling back into a cold, calm mask.
He didn't know if he was asking himself or her.
"Why do you think?"
He didn't know.
