If not now then when?

He was still a bit breathless from his collision with Talon, but Tyrian was determined to put as much distance between himself and Jupiter as possible lest his nephew catch him again. Whether or not he was leaving the party entirely or not, he hadn't decided. The only thing Tyrian knew for sure was that he wanted to stay as far from Jupiter's clutches as he could because he wouldn't put it past the elder Imperialis to promise the pack to whoever could deflower him.

"Hey! Tyrian, wait up!" Aw, fuck. It was Elise. She'd had a front row seat to the whole mess and now he was going to have to look her in the eye and pretend Jupiter hadn't just tried to pawn his virginity off on her. Great.

Tyrian snorted a laugh and glanced over at her, but kept walking. He'd lost track of Jupiter. "I could use a drink right about now," he said with a dark laugh. "Jup's...something else." The bastard. This was just payback for Tyrian marrying him off - and that was probably a big part of the reason he was tolerating the shenanigans. He felt a little bad about it.