BRAN
“Does she do that a lot?”
“It’s not the first time.”
“So she does that to avoid being held accountable for her actions.”
“She’s not doing it on purpose,” Bran snapped without really meaning to, then cursed and threw the shot of blood into the back of his throat. Swivelling on his feet, he turned around and faced an equally pissed Corey. Ignoring the confused look the man threw at him, he went on. “She fell ill recently and she’s been blinking out a lot. She’s still not fully healed yet, and all through the journey, she didn’t eat anything. I assume that’s why she passed out.”
Corey still watched me with that confused line between his brows, eyes narrowed. “How long was the journey?”
“Three days,” Bran stalked over to one of the chairs and dropped down on it, drapin
