“What the ever-loving-f**k have you being doing to yourself?” Brân loomed intimidatingly over Gwyn at the exit of the Holyhead ferry port, voice booming.
Gwyn flinched. Darren, behind him and slightly to one side, steadied him with a brief hand at his back.
“Long story,” Gwyn grimaced. “Come on, let’s go home. It’s been a long couple of days. This is Darren. He’s staying with me for a bit. And maybe looking for a job in the kitchen, on the line if there’s anything going.”
Brân looked over at Darren with a raised eyebrow, and Darren stared evenly back before he said, “Pleased to meet you. Darren Starling,” And he held out his hand to shake.
Brân took it in his large paw and said “ Brân Mabler,” eyeing him suspiciously.
“He’s a friend, Brân. No need to look at him like that,” Gwyn sai
