Viola didn't register most of what he said after the words our jet. Wasn't it his jet? Since when had it become ours?
"Wouldn't driving through in a car draw attention anyway? I won't be held responsible for anything that happens to the Alpha who should be sitting in his pack right now." Viola grumbled, acutely aware of how dangerous Nightshade was, and more than anything uncomfortable with the knowledge that the Alpha was making this journey on her account.
The last thing she wanted was to be the reason he got hurt or something terrible happened to him because he had left his pack to follow her on a journey she had planned without him.
Sebastian chuckled softly. "I am not asking you to take responsibility for anything because nothing is going to happen. My scent and aura are masked. No one will know it is the Alpha and his wife inside this car."
