章 38: Chapter 38

HE'D SORT of expected to be bustled into the man's cell with Brayden pushing him from behind saying, "All right, go." Instead Brayden silently stepped past Wil, past the cell, and on down to the stove.

"You've no idea what I'd do for a cup of coffee," Brayden muttered as he poured two mugs of what Wil was pretty sure was the spiced cider he'd wished for before. "What kind of forsaken hole doesn't have coffee?" Brayden went on ranting quietly, mostly to himself, before he looked up, saw Wil still standing by the door, and gestured him over.