"Come on, Eli. Say yes."
Alexei's voice was low, almost coaxing. Yet there was nothing gentle about the way his hand stayed firmly on Elijah's wrist.
It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but just enough to tell him he had no intention of letting go.
With one hand still draped over the seat, it looked he was caging Elijah. Or maybe that was exactly what he was doing.
"No," Elijah said, trying to pull his wrist away and failing at it. "Ask something else."
"Let me take you to a bar," Alexei grinned, leaning a fraction closer. "Or coffee — Your pick."
"I said—"
"—Yes," Alexei finished for him, smiling like he'd just scored a personal victory. "Go on. Try it. Say Y-E-S, Yes. Really easy."
From the rearview mirror, Chase could only stare at them with his mouth hanging open like some cartoon character.
This was not how he thought the evening would go. At all.
From the slight frown, Elijah didn't look impressed either.
And didn't Alexei know it?
