Especially you, upon whom magic can be unpredictable.
No.
Once done, only Adam or you can break those ties.
If you want me to show you how, I will." He paused.
I shook my head ...
and then tempered it.
"Not yet." Bran gave me an amused look under his eyebrows.
"Fine.
Just ask.
And no, I'm not mad.
Adam is Alpha of his pack.
I do not see how anyone has been harmed by this." Then he grinned, one of the rare smiles he had when he wasn't acting, just genuinely amused.
"Except maybe Adam.
At least he doesn't have a Porsche you can wrap around a tree." "That was a long time ago," I said hotly.
"I paid for that.
And after you practically dared me to steal it, I don't see why you were so angry about it." "Telling you not to take it out wasn't daring you, Mercy," Bran said patiently ...
but there was something in his voice.
Was he lying? "Yes, it was," said Samuel.
"And she's right--you knew it." "So you didn't have any reason to be so mad I wrecked the car," I said, triumphantly.
Samuel laughed out loud.
"You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car.
He was the first one at the scene of the accident.
He thought you'd killed yourself.
We all did.
That was a pretty spectacular wreck." I started to say something and found I couldn't.
The first thing I'd seen after hitting the tree was the Marrok's snarling face.
I'd never seen him that angry--and I'd done a lot, from time to time, to inspire his rage.
Samuel patted me on the back.
"It's not often I see you absolutely speechless." "So you had Charles teach me how to fix cars and how to drive them." Charles was Bran's oldest son.
He hated to drive, and until that summer I'd thought he couldn't drive.