Dylan’s POV
“It looks like our guess was right,” I said to myself as I sat in front of these elders once more.
Time had passed since the last time I saw their faces and no time have they summoned us and it wasn’t about something negative. Most of the discussions were about my brother and I.
I sighed as I relaxed back into my chair, my hands intertwined with each other and placed about my nose.
Uncle Carlos had not made a sound since I entered the room. His hands were behind him as usual, composed and ready to tell us any information we lacked.
I let my thoughts veer away from him, remembering the look on Devin’s face the whole time we were with Muna.
“What do you have in that little head of yours?” I said to myself as my mind held on to the probability of him hiding something from me
