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Mia signs to Killian again and he translates, “She says Landon is the biggest tool she’s met in years and that says something since she’s used to seeing all shapes of tools. Oh, and it’s a shame that he shares looks with such a sweetheart like Bran. If it weren’t for that, she would cut his face while he sleeps.” Bran laughs loudly, genuinely, and I smile, too. This girl isn’t afraid of Lan. I like that. “Meet Glyn, Mia,” Bran says, holding my shoulder. “She’s definitely more like me than Lan.” “Nice to meet you,” Killian translates, the rumble of his voice next to my ear, then lowers until only I can hear him. “You should treat my cousin—as in, me—well.” I glare at him. “Are you sure she said that last part?” “She would if she could.” “Let’s go back, Bran.” I grab his arm and try to get out of the situation before it becomes muddier. “Mia and I have the finals now. Just wait a bit.” “But—” Mia shakes her head at me with pure determination, grabs her controller, and tosses the other to