Briar
“Hold still, princess.”
“You don’t need to do this,” I whispered.
I moved away from the ice pack. It was just a slap.
“Come on, Briar.”
“If you want to make yourself useful, make me chicken soup.”
Severin tossed the ice pack on the opposite chair. He rubbed his forehead.
“I’m going to kill him,” he sighed.
I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them. Ariel was gone, leaving behind a lot of unanswered questions.
“Don’t say that,” I whispered.
“You know what? I don’t want to talk about this. I want to talk about when our wedding is.”
He settled on the couch beside me, pulled me onto his lap and enveloped me in his arms. I snuggled into his embrace and breathed in his manly scent.
“I don’t want anything big,” I said.
“I wouldn’t mind going to the beach and getting marri
