BRIAR’S POV
I follow Deborah farther away from the garden and the dangerous man in it. I feel his gaze digging into the back of my head until we turn out of his line of sight, heading back toward the hall.
The silence between us is even colder now, and despite everything that just happened with Sebastian, she still says nothing, which is unlike her.
Where’s the annoying nagging and side comments she loves to make whenever I do something I’m not supposed to?
Where’s the painfully honest Deborah?
Instead, her silence mocks me—it’s louder and more infuriating than her actual words.
I follow her silently until I stop in my tracks. She halts almost instantly, sensing the sudden shift between us. Her gaze turns to meet mine blankly.
She isn’t even curious as to why I stopped or nagging
