#Chapter121

I turned into the parking lot of the bar just outside of town. Slowing down as my tires ran over the heavy gravel that made up the lot right before I came to a complete stop.

Zeiden, who I told many times I did not need his help, opened up the passenger door right before he stepped out.

"White Diamond." I heard Zeiden speak; his stare drawn to the flashing ran down sign of the pub. "You smell that?"

Zeiden questioned; his attention solely on the second uninvited party. Aaron.

"What?" He looked confused.

"Liquor, bad food and bad decisions." He inhaled the musky scent that came from the...