Chapter 115
- “Another bottle,” Kris muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar.
- “Right away, sir,” the bartender replied, nodding briskly.
- A few seconds later, a chilled, uncapped bottle of beer slid across the counter to Kris. He picked it up and took a long gulp, drinking as much as he could until the fizz burned his throat and forced him to stop.