He hadn’t been going to. He really hadn’t been going to, but the way Marcie looked at him - Kaden stared back, his jaw clenched tight and guts clenching tighter, and raised his hand toward the keys without breaking eye contact with her for a second.
Fuck her, for thinking the worst of him! Fuck her for thinking the worst of Tragos! Fuck her for EVERYTHING! In that clear, cold moment, Kaden only knew one thing; if Marcie didn’t want him to have the keys, he was fucking having them.