Elena hesitated, clearly torn between following orders to accommodate Dakota and the instinct that telling her where to find alcohol might not be the best idea given the state she was in.
"Miss, perhaps you should rest first," Elena tried diplomatically. "You've had a very difficult night, and....."
"I've had a very difficult four years," Dakota corrected, her tone still carrying that same empty quality. "The bar. Where is it?"
Elena's expression shifted into something that might have been resignation mixed with understanding. She'd probably seen enough in her years serving an Alpha to recognize when arguing was pointless.
"West wing, second floor," Elena said quietly. "Third door on the left. But Miss....."
"Thank you," Dakota said, already changing direction away from wherever Elena had been planning to take her.
"Miss Dakota, the Alpha gave specific instructions that you should rest....."
