BRIAR’S POV
“That’s enough, Hail. My cousin might respect you enough to tolerate your bullshit, but I don’t mind getting my hands dirty if need be,” Eli snaps, now standing, seething with fury.
His silver eyes are furious, ready to cut her down if necessary—a completely different side of him that I’ve never seen before.
It’s a clear indicator that he’s not in the mood to be messed with.
“Master Eli...” Hail tries to question him as well, but he growls in response.
Before he can follow through on his threat, Tavian waves his hand, and the guards step forward, holding her back as she frantically tries to protest further.
With her out of the way, Tavian’s eyes return to Annalise, more serious and intimidating.
“I will ask you again: who did this to you?”
Even while lying there, badl
