Chapter Ninety-Eight
There is always a way.
Fate Pierce’s Point of View
“Where are we going?”
The question had passed over my tongue after a full hour of holding it in. When Clayton asked me to go somewhere with him, I expected somewhere only minutes away from the palace. But he had been driving for almost two hours, and he doesn’t seem to be planning on stopping anytime soon.
He chuckled; the dimple in his face that usually stayed hidden exposed themselves. “One hour and 45 minutes,” he mused, hands patting my legs. “That was longer than I expected.”
It was no brainer that he knew what was going in my head. He is my mate for a reason. While I admit that having time with him all on our own, with our clothes seemingly ordinary than what I have been used to for the past months- is
