"That asshole was lucky that there were no hunters or rogues in the woods last night," Beau said, sitting comfortably in the passenger seat.
"Tell me about it," I muttered, clutching the steering wheel. "I don’t know what I would’ve done if he died."
Beau simply sighed, staying quiet. This whole morning, he’s been overprotective of me, casting deadly glares at Galam. He complained more than I did about this whole situation. Everyone complained more than I did. Obviously, they weren’t too happy with him at the moment.
When I found out he made it home safe, I cried tears of relief. I was worried sick and if he died, I would’ve hated myself for the rest of my life.