BRAN
He pointed an accusing finger at her. “You told me that I was going to need her but you never told me that she would turn out to be my mate. How the hell was I supposed to know?”
“My words only breach the surface of what they usually mean and you know this.” A wisp of hair blew into her face and she pushed it back with a flick of her wrist—without touching it. “There is no point beating yourself over what has already been done. What’s that thing people say?” She tapped her smiling lips. “Ah. No point flogging a dead horse.”
“f**k your idioms.”
She pretended he hadn’t spoken. “Now, my advice for you is this; look forward only, the past was only meant to shapen the future.”
A harsh laugh burst from Bran’s throat. “Really? Another one of your f*****g cryptic words?”
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