Chapter 25: Standing Up For Me

Seeing that the trick worked, Bernard kept smashing while barking at two of his lackeys to haul in more beer. By then, my skull had taken a beating. A few bottles shattered right on my head. Cold beer ran down my face. I had no idea if I was bleeding, only that it hurt like hell. "Fuck." Under that relentless pressure, I clenched the dagger and charged again. Either way, I was screwed; just standing there getting pounded was pathetic. With a roar, I ignored the bottles coming at me, raised my...