The carriage jolted slightly, wheels cutting through the beaten road leading back toward the Capital. Inside, Duke Evan Vortellion lounged lazily, one long leg crossed over the other, his fingers curled around the stem of a half-empty glass of wine. The leather seat creaked as the Duke shifted, dark thoughts rolling behind his narrowed grey eyes.
He had left Rin back at the mansion. Alone. With strict orders to stay put and not step beyond the estate. It wasn't that he didn't trust the little Omega... well, actually, it was exactly that. He didn't trust Rin. He didn't trust his stubborn independence, his mouth that always shot back without thought, or his reckless curiosity. Rin was everything Evan didn't expect to want in an Omega... and yet, somehow, he had become the only one he did.
A slow smirk curled on Evan's lips.
"That tiny thing doesn't even know what he's doing to me..."
