Brandon
Rana POV- I’m so over all this bullshit. I reached up and touched Andrew’s hand, the hand that was wrapped around the throat of this “warrior” whose name I didn’t even know. “Andrew, what’s his name?” I purred. Andrew quickly turned his head in my direction. I’m sure the nature of my voice and how I asked the question was not what Andrew was expecting. “His name?” Andrew asked me. “Yes, my love, what is his name?” “Brandon, his name is Brandon,” Andrew replied, not yet releasing Brandon’s throat. “Can you sit Brandon in a chair, so I can get some answers from him?” “Not if you’re going to do it the same way you did with Jacob,” Andrew protested. I laughed coldly, “He’s a mere low-level warrior and has a simple mind. I won’t have to go that far.” “Rana, I swear to the Goddess if
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