Drew follows my gaze, and his brow furrows. “What’re Freddy and his gang of miscreants doing here? I thought they weren’t of drinking age.”
I stare at the group of boys, and irritation festers within me. “They are now. Freddy’s birthday was last month. He and his friends have been drinking all over town. Nobody can really say anything to him, now, can they?”
Drew is silent for a moment, his lips pressed together. He doesn’t need to tell me what he’s thinking. Drew and the younger Henrick have a long history. Even though Drew is an insignificant being to Freddy, Freddy single-handedly ruined my friend and neighbor’s life. Drew lost his mate and his job.
“Drew,” I say, keeping my voice low. “It’s not worth it. Think of your son.”
My words jolt the older man back to the present.
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