Bennett

Still standing with Keller, I glanced back at the guard. Getta just handed her another to drink. I watched as the young man drained the keg, color slowly returning to his face.

I turned back to Keller.

“This calls for a celebration.”

“This is like the fourth time you’re saying that,” I replied.

“You’ve been counting,” I raised a brow. “Color me impressed.”

“It wasn’t for you,” Keller grunted.

I glanced at the guard briefly. ...