When the car stopped in front of the large gate, Ryne didn't get out immediately.
"Thank you," he said simply.
"Why?"
"Because you didn't force me to stay."
I stared at his eyes for a moment. "Don't make me sound like a nice person."
He smiled faintly, then opened the door.
Before getting out, he said quietly, "Tomorrow morning, nine o'clock."
"I'll pick you up."
H nodded and walked inside without looking back.
And for the first time in a long time, I let him go without the urge to hold him back.
The next morning, I was waiting outside the gate when Ryne emerged, dressed simply and wearing a mask. He looked healthy. Too healthy for someone who had nearly lost control of his body the night before.
Inside the car, the scent was neutral. Stable.
No one else would have noticed anyt
