Page 20 of The King's Boy

"Which question do you want me to answer first?"

"All of them."

I almost chuckled when Spencer's eyes rolled. I barely restrained myself. I think this was one of the things I liked most about Spencer, besides the smoking hot body. He didn't seem to be afraid of me.

"Do you have some water I can have first? I've been running for ages."

I reached into the console in front of me and pulled out a bottled water, handing it over. I swallowed tightly as I watched Spencer unscrew the cap and take a long sip, his throat muscles moving as he swallowed.

That was a gorgeous swan like neck.

"I've been running because someone is trying to kill me," Spencer finally said.

The rage was instant, my hands clenching with the need to wrap around someone's throat. "What?"

"I jumped into your car because I'm tired of running."

Yeah, I'd seen the three-inch high heeled boots. I'd be tired too.

"Why is someone trying to kill you?" That seemed like the important question.

Spencer shook his head. "I have no idea."

That didn't tell me much.

"Start from the beginning, Spencer."

Spencer quickly gave me the rundown from the time he entered the coffee shop until he jumped into my car. I wasn't pleased with any of it. The knot that formed in my stomach was only partly worried. The rest of it was pure rage.

"Take us back to the house," I ordered my driver.

"You can drop me off at the train station."

"No."

Spencer blinked at me as if he hadn't understood what I said. "What do you mean no?"

"N. O. No." I smirked at Spencer when his mouth dropped open. "It's a simple word that means not happening."

Spencer huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "This is kidnapping, you know?"

"This wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of that."

Never proven in a court of law.

"Seriously, King. I need to get to the train station. If you can't take me, then just let me out on the next street corner. I can get there on my own."

So not happening.

"Are you going on a trip?" I asked. It was the only reason I could think of that he needed to go to the train station.

"Yeah, well, sort of. I was going to go see—" Spencer's eyes rounded and he quickly smacked his lips together.

I raised an eyebrow. "Going to go see who?"

Spencer shook his head, his lips still pressed together.

I didn't know whether to be angry or amused.