“Those aren’t good for you.” Feyre warned as she handed over the bottle, her arm moving to his command before her brain caught on. She snatched her hand away, almost touching him, and pulled back as much as she could in the seat. Feyre had a sneaky suspicion that he could smell her, her true inner self, and not whatever scent she usually had if she had one at all. Fuck.

Anxiety made her chest heavy as she feared what he would do with the knowledge that she was an Omega. He was powerful and not mated. He would be looking for an Omega. She needed to get away.

Her thoughts were proved correct when he cracked open the windows.

“I could get back home without being caught.” She looked away, looking out the window of the car. She wondered if it fully opened. “My father made a bargain that he couldn’t uphold with Lord Tamlin. I didn’t want my father or sisters killed so I offered my services as a thief. …Stealing from you was a test that I failed. Please take me home.”