Reiner Braun Novels & Stories

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.

Or was he still the same cold, detached Braun? She ran her hands through her hair, pacing. The only thing she could do now was ask for his help again and she hated that. Because that’s exactly what Braun wanted. For her to depend on him. For him to control her. **************************** Braun sank into the sofa in his office and pressed play on the old cassette. He waited for Reinhardt’s call, knowing it could come any minute. “Hmm. So Reinhardt has a curse,” he said to himself as the tape played. “Yeah, I’ve seen the signs, Uncle Leif’s death, Reinhardt pulling back from public life, Uncle Julian’s fall.”

But as I reach down, my jaw almost drops. It's not Eren. It's an unknown guy around Eren's age with a brown quiff hairstyle who is watching the television with a packet of chips in his hands. I was on the point to faint but then I realise that he is maybe one of Eren's friend. I clear my throat which makes his gaze darts to me rapidly, his emerald-green eyes wide. Nervously, he straightens himself on the sofa and smiles quite guiltily. "Hey." He crunches on a chips.