We walk out into the cool subterranean air, our footsteps echoing against the damp concrete.
Mayhem walks up to Jade first. He stops a foot away from her, looking down at her face with a strange, pained tightness around his eyes. He reaches out, grabbing her upper arm gently, pulling her in just enough to press a firm, lingering kiss against her cheek.
"Be careful at the club today," Mayhem says softly, his voice dropping into a low murmur meant only for her. "Don't go into the back rooms."
Jade doesn't lean into him. She stays rigid, accepting the stiff kiss on her cheek without moving, her hands buried deep in her jacket pockets.
"I won't leave my box," she says quietly, her voice devoid of emotion. “No problem there.”
Mayhem lets his hand linger on her arm for a moment longer, look
