33
INSIDE THE HOUSE, it was ridiculously warm.
Mikandra shed the cloak in the hall. Gillay took it from her and looked at the collar. Her eyes widened. “Where did you get this?”
“Braedon gave it to me.”
“This was Master Jihan’s. I thought all his clothes were still in the bedroom.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to—”
Braedon said, “I gave it to her, Gillay. It was either that or nothing.”
Gillay clearly didn’t like it. Jihan Andrahar had been a legendary figure, and there were some, including in this family, who had never accepted that the crash that claimed his life—into the eastern highlands—had been an accident. With a family this old, you couldn’t go far without running into intrigue and suspicion. The house was filled with history and every item had meaning.
Soon, th
