BRIAR’S POV
Tavian is supposed to be in a comatose state, resting after hours of his body fighting against the lethal poison, yet somehow, he’s made his way to the garden.
He’s made his way to find me.
His breathing is still jagged, his skin pale, with cracked, dry lips as he struggles to catch his breath. He leans against his knees, clearly pushing himself beyond his limits.
It’s obvious the last thing he should be doing is walking around, especially in the garden.
I stand there speechless, watching him burn with anger after what he just saw—me allowing someone else to get close to me without putting up a fight.
I bite my lower lip, knowing I have no excuse now.
“Get away from her,” he seethes, struggling for air as he steps closer to us, walking right past me without even glanci
