The way she sat there, trying to control herself...It clicked in his mind immediately and while the coil of satisfaction of getting a one up on Tamlin plus the sudden need to pull over and stake his claim on her was the only confirmation he needed, he knew better. He wasn't some mindless Alpha that was a slave to instinct, no matter how much he portrayed it. But this was worse than with the others, really, like... like this was the One. And he couldn't have his mind clouded like that. "Give me the bottle," he commanded in a low tone, trying to keep it as soft and calm as possible. As soon as the bottle was in his hand, the white knuckle grip on the wheel was loosened as he balanced the wheel with his knee, taking two himself and swallowing dry before putting the bottle away and almost slamming the console lid down. Sighing deeply, Rhys settled into his seat for the drive.

The half snort, half laugh was his response to her request to being released. "You are just the bold one, aren't you? What do you think will happen if I did that, darling? Do you think Tamlin is the reasonable one of the both of us and will allow you to go traipsing back through his territory to get to your family? Unscathed? You insulted him by getting caught and he isn't going to let that go."

Rhys turned his slightly mirthful, slightly predatory gaze to her. Pity suppressors were in pill form, he caught a whiff of her sweet scent and white knuckled the wheel again before kicking up the AC in the car and cracking the back windows open. "He will make the biggest example of you in the worse possible way. What type of bargain did you make with him about your family?"