“Thank you for the invitation, Dr. Müller,” Michael said.
“Please, call me Bryce,” I offered.
The man smiled, appearing more like a child getting rewarded with candy by his mother.
“Brother,” Joseph said playing the role. “Forgive me, John is—”
“John is dropping off my daughter, Claudia, at my home,” Michael interrupted. “I’m sorry if he’s late. That would be my fault.”
Michael acted as if he were doing Joseph a favor. He didn’t know how far from the truth that was. Guardians were responsible in keeping the hunter in line and always present, especially on gatherings where I was to meet with them.
“Oh,” I said, seeming to accept the excuse.
Joseph’s face firmed up and he was silent. Had this not been what he wanted to reveal? Why? I was puzzled. “Is everything okay with the lovely y
