We pulled into my apartnt complex’s parking lot as she continued driving. Not acknowledging what I said to her... and I felt a strange pang of disappointnt as I finally pulled my hand back.
Kyrie put the SUV in park but didn’t imdiately move to get out of take her seatbelt off. She seed lost in thought. But I couldn’t take the silence to my command any longer.
"I know I affect you. A lot. That the Fated Mate potential ans sothing to you that it does not to . I’m not going to pretend otherwise or coddle you about it, but I won’t let you endanger yourself."
"Citra."
She said my na quietly right after I stopped talking. But didn’t look at ... just stared at her steering wheel.
"...Yes?"
"I’ve dealt with a lot in my life. Enemies, rivals, problems that won’t go away, problems I thought I solved that co back in a different form."
Raising her gaze to the building in front of us, her contemplative tone grew back so of that pride and confidence. Honestly, it irks that I felt I could just listen to her talk on and on the more vulnerable way...
"But I’ve been successful. It wasn’t done alone, but... I got it done. With risk. So decisions I’ve lost on, but I don’t think I was ever really so wrong to go with my instincts."
"You’re wrong on this one. I’m not sure how your relationship with your wolf is like, exactly, but that is beside the point."
Since she apparently has no intention of looking at , I lean back in my seat and cross my arms. Staring at the wall in front of the parked car all the sa.
"The world is dangerous enough for a regular human that does not have werewolf enemies. Stripping yourself of your power is like intentionally dropping your sword and armor on an active battlefield."
"Now you’re the one who is wrong. Or at least, not quite right."
With a complicated expression on my face, I start tapping my foot on the floorboard and hum a note. It’s not that I feel I am always correct. I know I can be ignorant of things.
> But it really bothers when she says it. She bothers more than anyone about anything... <
"Do tell, what part I am wrong about?"
"In your analogy, you ignored the reason I dropped my weapon. I was refusing to take prisoner and conscript an unwilling participant in the fighting. And when I turned my back on them so disard and disarmored... they didn’t stab , did they?"
"Eh? You’re purposely talking around my point, you stupid-"
A hand presses over my mouth as my eyes cut her way. The weakened Alpha shakes her head before letting it slide away... and her finger caught on my lip for a mont, sending a jolting tingle through the spot.
"No. I understood what you ant perfectly. But I don’t think you actually understand what... or why I had to do it."
Still not eting my eyes, staring instead at her hand as her thumb rubs the sa finger that had touched my lip. I have to stop myself from poking my tongue at the spot as I watch her.
"My wolf is silent currently. There is none of its pressure tugging at over marking you. And still..."
Touching her fingertip to the center of her own lips for just a mont, like she couldn’t forgive herself if she abandoned the chance even if she didn’t savor it... she finally sighs and looks up at .
"Thank you for putting up with this evening, Citra. You can ssage or call anyti you need anything."
"You realize I do not need your thanks for ’putting up’ with you? If at any point I desired not to be there, I would not have been."
"Fair enough."
Putting her hands carefully on the dashboard above her steering wheel, I watched as she unsealed her spirit. White fur roiling out in anger. Claws extending and scratching the composite surface deeply.
The shift occurred and ended as she fully restrained the beast spirit again in only about ten seconds. Her halter top just a little looser for the trouble... and I realize then that her blazer was left in my Stash!
Well, regardless of whether she did *that* intentionally or was too overwheld by what she’d just done for , it was at least smart of her not to grip the wheel - she might have broken it off.
> Vrika, do not repeat that scene of throwing the tool into the forest again, please? Would you like it if I found one of your unproud monts and kept shoving it in your face?! <
Letting out a breath so steamy hot I could see vapor rolling out, she slicks back her sweat damp hair and fixes those dangerously orange eyes on . For a second, I can’t inhale.
Primal need to stay still - to not provoke the more dangerous predator. But either she sohow reigns it in, or I grow accustod enough to it to shudder one in and out.
"I don’t think you’d want to promise dropping everything for you... friend. But if that’s the case, you just shouldn’t ask too many questions when you call, Princess."
"...Don’t you an if?"
"No. Just like you didn’t, when you assud I will fail whatever it is you expect to."
Frowning and looking away, for like half a second in bursts as I keep looking at her stupid sexy face... I see her hand reaching towards my chin like it wants to cup it... but hovering without touching .
"You’ll call. Or ssage. I believe that. And I’ll wait for it. One of us will be right."
"Or we both will."
I could very much call her to obtain the benefits of such an arrangent, and she could still et my cynical expectations. She smiles and lifts her chin, shaking her head as her hand moves back to her side of the vehicle.
Looking down at with so sort of amusent that makes my hands clench into fists.
"...Wrong again."
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