“Aww.” Eli wraps an arm around my other shoulder and squeezes me. “The help dared hurt my precious Bran? Why didn’t you mention that before so I could’ve gouged her eyes out and fed them to the dogs?” “Maybe that’s why I didn’t,” I mutter. “I’m just going to sleep.” “Hell no. We need to get you drunk to celebrate.” He clears his throat. “Rems!! Get the pints out!” A few things are knocked over down the hall before a door is flung open and Remi peeks out, a Cheshire cat grin plastered on his face. “Did someone say pints?” “Yeah, as much as you can find.” Eli squeezes me. “We’re giving Bran a
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