BRIAR’S POV
It’s another restless night, leaving me more exhausted than when I first laid down. A stabbing headache and a foul mood greet me the moment I wake.
I wish I could stay hidden away in my room, but sleep evades me the second my eyes open. After an hour of staring at the ceiling, I give up.
My stomach reminds me I haven’t eaten anything substantial since yesterday. So, my first agenda is breakfast.
I cautiously enter the dining room, Deborah following close behind. I silently pray to the goddess that Tavian isn’t here.
But, of course, someone else is—like an obsessive stalker, as if he somehow knows where I’ll be at every moment.
“Good morning, Briar,” Sebastian says, lowering the book he’s been reading. Glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, giving him that annoyingly s
