Ryan's POV
"Clarabell, where are you? What's going on? Your voice sounds like it's coming from a war zone," I growled, my tone low and commanding.
She let out a tipsy giggle, and I could practically hear the smile in her voice. "I'm at some bar... um... I don't know, Ryan. Why so many questions?" Her slurred words confirmed my suspicions – she was drunk.
My instincts kicked in, and I took charge. "Clarabell, listen to me carefully. Send me your live location, and don't move from there. Don't even think about leaving until I get there. Do you understand?" I barked, my voice firm.
As I drove to the bar, my mind seethed with anger and worry. What was she thinking, getting drunk in a crowded bar? Didn't she know she was mine, and mine alone?
I floored it, the speedometer climbing higher a
