I woke up with a start, the memory was still fresh, and it felt cold and chilly to the bone. I blinked when I realized where I was. I was inside Prince Joan's car. It was all black, but the seats were warm. I blushed when I realized Prince Joan had draped his black leather jacket over my sleeping form. I looked out of the windowwe were on the open road. I badly needed to pee. "Prince Joan..." I started. He growled lowly and looked at me. "Jon. You're my mate. Call me Jon." He muttered. I nodded and bit my lip. "Jon, is there...umm...a rest stop coming up? I need to go to the bathroom." I murmured. He blinked at me and nodded. "There's one a just a mile out." He said. "Okay. Thanks." I said. Silence followed. I guess he wasn't into music. "Did you sleep well, mate?" He asked, his deep hus
