Rhysand's POV
Bridgette e's words hit me hard, before I could reply, she had stormed off. The wedding was finally over.
I hopped into my car so I could get the rest I needed at home but I sat up with vigilance as I noticed that my driver was taking another route.
"Are you drunk?" I asked to be certain that I was safe and he wasn't listening to the voices in his drunken mind.
"No boss." He replied with that meekness
"I'm taking you to your new home." He glanced at me through the rearview mirror.
The side of my lips lifted in confusion.
Dave was probably drunk and acting out of the alcohol's influence.
"What new home Dave? Take me home and stop playing around." I warned, frustrated that I had to deal with this after the relatively long day I had.
"I'm only doing my job, boss." H
