Beau pushes her hair our of her face, her hands a mess of blood and scrapes and rapidly-forming bruises that are going to hurt tomorrow. "What the fuck were you doing," she snaps, grabbing Keg by the shoulders. "How did you know we'd get here to save you?"

"I took a chance," Keg grins up at her, still catching her breath from the fight, and Beau can't help but kiss her.