BRAN
"Who?" Both Bran and Corey asked at the same time.
"The sorceress, of course," the oracle said, leveling a meaningful look at the both of them before turning to the door where Maria was standing.
Bran, too, turned carefully towards her, ignoring the pain and instead, watching the expression on Maria's face to know how she was taking this. But she still wasn't looking at him—she kept her eyes on the oracle.
"Why exactly do we need her?" Corey asked and Bran turned to him, wondering if that was anger he'd heard in his friend's voice.
The expression on Corey's face was carefully neutral. He didn't look like he was angry, but that didn't mean he actually wasn't angry.
If he was, what reason did he have to be? Had Bran not explained to him already that Maria didn't inte
