Tysion could mark his mate at that moment, and act as though it never materialized, but for some reason, he discovered himself accepting a coloration of remorse.
He mildly drove her hair back and affixed her seatbelt, exhaling to himself while he started his engine also.
Rebuffing this chance would hound him for existence, but when weighed by the prospect of his mate detecting the truth, and maybe even detesting him…That was a risk he was all but enthusiastic to welcome.
"We're here." He indicated, glancing to his side at the precise blonde hair shielding her side portrait. Tysion could feel her swift shift in pulse, and epitomized it to her being awaken.
"Do you prefer to go inside or delay in here?." He suggested, anticipating she would accept the latter and wait for him to come back.
