Evander's POV
I woke up the next morning with a sharp, throbbing pain in my head, my mind struggling to piece together what had happened. I blink as the sunlight blurred my vision, trying to find out where I was!
"When… did I get here?" I murmured, confused, as I looked down and realized I was lying in my own bed. I sat up slowly as I clutched my head; the pounding ache made it hard to think straight.
"Good morning, Boss," a familiar voice greeted me. I looked up to see Zaniel standing there in his usual black suit; his expression was calm yet alert as he watched me.
"Zaniel…" I muttered, squinting my eyes at him. "How did I get home?"
"You were in quite a state last night, sir," he replied, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "One of the caretakers at the cemetery recognized you and called me. I figured it was best to get you back home and… have you settled for the night."
