Chapter 23
Chapter 23 Brielle’s POV Dinner somehow became even more chaotic than Brielle expected. Which honestly should not have surprised her considering Wren had spent the last twenty minutes following Grandpa around the kitchen asking increasingly inappropriate questions while Grandma cooked. “So,” Wren said casually while stealing a piece of bread directly off the counter, “how long until you interrogate Thaddeus properly?” “I’m not interrogating anyone.” “That sounds exactly like something someone says before an interrogation.” Grandpa gave her a flat look. “You’ve been here less than an hour.” “And already thriving.” Brielle sat at the kitchen island trying very hard not to laugh into her drink while Grandma moved around the stove with practiced ease, occasionally swatting Wren away f
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