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. “You know, I don’t think we should stop here.”
Keller’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
I backed Getta and the guard, facing Keller fully, and my voice dropped to a whisper.
“Keller, the guard’s got a family.”
“What?” Keller blinked.
“Yes,” I continued. “And they’re really struggling. We should help him.”
Keller frowned, his gaze brie
