Chapter 62
VoidA man spoke. Not John.
“Branwen.”
This voice was higher, and it was clearly not his accent. He didn’t roll the r in her name, not even a little bit. This man might be from somewhere in England or even Europe. Branwen couldn’t really tell.
It had been longer than she’d hoped, but not as long as she’d feared. She was sitting again, and she’d managed to ignore the rising desire to check her flesh to see if it was changing yet.
This was the man Cian said would help her.
“Dr. Hammond.”
He walked around in front of her, and Branwen looked at his right hand. That’s where the stone was. He held his hands loosely, the fingers relaxed, but that elbow was bent just a little more than the left.
Her eyes had searched for details in this featureless place for so long that she seem
