Sylvia's shoulders slumped, the defiance seeping out of her body. She nodded faintly. The valet finally pulled up with the car, headlights casting long streaks of light across the pavement. Winn opened the door and gently guided her inside, his grip firm but not unkind. He bent to speak with the driver who had gotten in now.
"Go home. Do not stop for any reason. And when you get there, tell the gate staff not to let her out until I get back." The driver nodded crisply, well aware that Winn Kane wasn't a man you disobeyed.
As Sylvia sank into the seat, she reached out desperately, her hand clasping Winn's. Tears welled hot in her eyes, spilling over this time, streaking down her perfectly made-up face. "Don't leave me." Her grip was small and shaking.
Winn crouched slightly, holding her gaze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "I'm coming straight home once I deal with Joey."
