BRAN
Bran looked away and started fiddling with the collar of his shirt. Had the room suddenly grown hotter?
"Her blood slid down your throat?" Corey asked slowly, a hint of something in his voice, but Bran couldn't place it. "Just like that?"
"The hell do you mean?" He snapped.
"Nothing." His friend said quickly, lifting his hands in surrender. "Of course I was just thinking that maybe the blood didn't just slide down your throat. Maybe you swallowed it?"
It was then that Bran noticed that his friend was f*****g with him. It was so strange that it took Bran a while to even realize that that was what he was doing, mainly because he'd slipped so much into the dark, he rarely smiled or laughed anymore.
Bran grunted and sat up. "Do you realize what this means? It means tha
