Random? Chay blinked.
"I want to help her, Queen," Drake said quickly, sitting up straighter, as though trying to stretch his spine.
"I'm not saying you shouldn't," Queen replied, still smiling. "I'm just saying if any other women who aren't my cousin are asking for your help, maybe I'll have to slash some tires."
"Jealous?" Drake asked, raising a single eyebrow with playful suspicion.
"Very," Queen said without missing a beat. She flashed him a flirtatious grin and slid into the seat beside him.
She leaned slightly toward him. Drake glanced at her and then at Chay.
Chay watched the exchange. Every sugary smile, every lingering look, every casual graze of Queen's hand over Drake's arm and her stomach turned, slow and painful. Everyone knew Queen could be controlling. That was just part of her allure: beautiful, brilliant, slightly terrifying.
But watching her with Drake was a different flavor of heartbreak.
