I shrugged my shoulders, "I try," I muttered, a light blush coating my cheeks. "But it wasn't meant to be used like that," I continued.
Travis nodded his head. "Most inventions turn out like that," he replied, pulling me in even closer.
"I created it as a way for Paul and I to disappear inside shifter territory," I continued. "Now it has kind of blown up in my face."
"We won't use it then," shrugged Travis, his face buried in my neck as he continued to breathe me in. "I can't guarantee that no one will talk about it if the S.G.M teams get their hands on it. It'll be better to pretend that the de-scenter doesn't exist."
"No," I replied with a long sigh. "It was created to help people, and this rescue mission is important. Too many shifters are here, being abused and tortured. They need to be freed. I'll figure out something."