C3 A Brewing Storm: Chapter Three

“Brandon.” The voice was low and commanding. Brandon tried to stifle his sigh and turned around. He’d almost made it to the Tavern.

“Father,” he said politely. “What can I do for you?” And just what the fuck are you planning, you devious son of a bitch? Brandon let nothing of his thoughts appear on his face, his features only showing polite enquiry