Bran's POV
I can feel that I'm nearing my destination. The map indicates that a town is not too far from here, which certainly will be the misfit town. The town where Talia might be.
The thought of what to expect when I finally come face to face with Talia makes my chest tighten. Will she be happy, furious or even act like I don't exist? How stupid of me to mention happiness in my thoughts. Who on earth will experience such treatment and be happy with the very person who brought that ordeal upon them?
"Oh, she's going to care, and not only care, but she'll also jump on you and hug you tightly," Fabian murmurs.
"You're not helping." I sigh.
"I wasn't trying to. Someone needs to tell your dumb head what it needs to hear." Fabian replies sarcastically. I don't deserve to expect anythin
