4. Sign of the BrathadairBranwyn watched Tristan disappear down the street, shivering in the silence he left behind. She wrapped her arms around herself, her skin prickling at the thought of the symbol on the wall behind her. An inverted crown. Her father had once told her about the Brathadair, said they were traitors of the worst kind. Now their sign sat proud in the midst of destruction.
Aiden still stared at it, but she could not bring herself to turn around. Looking at those smeared black lines again would somehow make it more real. Her stomach rolled and she suddenly felt sick. She reached out a hand to Aiden. “We should go,” she whispered, her eyes flicking down the street.
Aiden did not move so she tugged on his sleeve. “Aiden. Tristan’s going to send the guards.” It was not the o
