TAVIAN’S POV
I reach the edge of the cliff, pulling myself up. The second I’m on my feet, Briar attacks me with a hug, brimming with excitement, squeezing me with all the strength her small hands can muster.
“We did it! We won!”
The smile on her face warms my heart, setting it on fire.
On impulse, I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, spinning her in the air to celebrate her win. Her light chuckle is a melody in my ears before I set her down again.
“Did you see what I did there? I was like whoosh, and you were like whoop,” she describes, her eyes bright.
“It was a crazy idea.”
“Yeah, but we won, didn’t we? That’s all that matters.”
I totally disagree with that notion—left to me, I would have abandoned the game entirely just to make sure she was okay—but I don’t argue with
