For their two hour trip to Wyvernia, Deckard decided to drive them in his black Range Rover. With Deckard at the steering and Tristan in the passenger seat, that left Audrey alone in the back. A very spacious back that would accommodate her even if she decided to take a nap.
She glanced at the similar car trailing after them. "Do they have to follow us like bodyguards?"
Tristan, who was fiddling with the stereo for a suitable song, replied without looking up. "An alpha never goes on official business without his betas. One of the perks of power."
Their betas, Damon and Foden, had arrived earlier in smart black suits, both of them looking breathtakingly handsome. Nothing compared to the two men in the car with her, though.
She adjusted the bodice of her dress. "Do I have to wear this…this contraption?"
