Chapter 67
Bran spent the rest of the meeting mostly tuned out and off in his own world. He’d learnt from years of living under his aunt’s roof that the answers to any question worth asking had to be earned. She, nor the others, would be telling them what was going on.
And, as he, Misha and Yidi left the hall, he got the distinct sense that Misha had learnt that lesson too.
"What do you think?" asked Bran after they’d walked some distance and were out of earshot of the hall.
"I don’t know..." replied Misha. "They’re a bit of a closed lip bunch, aren’t they?"
"That they are."
"I think there has to be something going on," said Yidi.
The other pair stared at him, both having forgotten he was there, but this didn’t bother Yidi. He was used to this kind of thing.
"Ah, should I, give you two some space?" he said, taking a step back.
Bran heard Misha in his mind start wondering how to take him up on his offer, but Bran instead shook his head. "I actually want to discuss something with you," he said. "Both of you."
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