Keane
he purred.
Behind Teague, Beau stepped forward into the clearing and cleared his throat.
“Might want to ease up, man,” he said to Teague. “You’re gonna choke her out. She can’t drink if she can’t breathe.”
A snarl ripped from Teague’s throat, but when Keane nodded at him a moment later, the tension from my neck fell. Slightly.
“Our little kitten here thinks we cheated,” Keane said, taking a step back as he raised the bottle in the air, toasting the moon. “What do you think, boys? Did we cheat?”
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