BRIAR’S POV
I stare at him blankly for a while, wondering what he’s doing here, forgetting to use my words.
“Briar?” he calls again, reminding me to speak up.
“Eli? What are you doing out here?”
Last I remember, he was confined to his room like a child after throwing a tantrum. It was the best Tavian could come up with, the only punishment Nana would allow for her other precious grandchild, so Tavian had to comply.
He smiles mischievously once I ask the question—a smile that reminds me of earlier days when things were difficult yet simple.
Back then, all I had to deal with was washing laundry, but I’d console myself with the fact that Eli would show up and keep me company.
“I snuck out, actually. I was good for a week. I think I’m done with that for now,” he responds, very characte
