We pulled into my apartment complex's parking lot as she continued driving. Not acknowledging what I said to her… and I felt a strange pang of disappointment as I finally pulled my hand back.
Kyrie put the SUV in park but didn't immediately move to get out of take her seatbelt off. She seemed 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 means something to you that it does not to me. I'm not going to pretend otherwise or coddle you about it, but I won't let you endanger yourself."
"Citra."
She said my name quietly right after I stopped talking. But didn't look at me… 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 come back in a different form."
