BRIAR’S POV
“I…” I stutter before falling silent.
What can I even say after being caught red-handed? Or in this case, blue-handed.
The more he stares at me, the more cornered and speechless I become. My words fail me.
“Please, tell me.” His voice is suddenly tight, strained with emotion.
I’m on the brink of tears, terrified, completely exhausted from the web of lies I’ve been spinning for days and Sebastian’s constant taunting and creepy gaze.
I break, cracking like glass under pressure.
“I took it,” I confess after seconds of fighting back my fear.
He chuckles bitterly.
“Yeah, I can guess that much already. I’m asking why?”
The fear of him hating me, of looking at me with revulsion, gnaws at me. I try to convince myself I don’t care if he does, clenching my teeth.
“Why?” He is
