It didn’t take long to chuck his bits and bobs of luggage into his rucksack. He hadn’t brought much. A few changes of clothes, his laptop, phone charger, e-reader. The plan had initially been for him to go home regularly—check in with Brân, that sort of thing—but after what Gwyn was calling The Incident in the privacy of his own mind, he hadn’t felt like it. He’d just confined himself to bull-shitting phone calls to keep Brân off his back.
He met Darren in the hallway outside his room, a similar pack resting at his feet as he pulled the door shut behind him.
“That’s that then,” Darren said. “Are you owed any money? Not that I expect they’ll give it to you. Payday was yesterday for me, so I’m good.”
Gwyn shook his head. “No, he doesn’t owe me anything. And...,” he said with venom that s
