“I don't know, Briar, the question is starting to look as if I should believe you.”
I raised an eyebrow, my grip tightening on the edge of my seat. “What do you mean?”
“Tell me, Briar,” he turned his sharp, silver eyes toward me, a dangerous edge to his tone. “Tell me exactly what’s going on in your mind.”
I hesitated, the witch’s words still echoing in my head like a haunting melody. “I already told you. I’m trying to figure this out—just like you.”
He scoffed, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as the car swerved slightly.
“Kieran, what the hell are you doing?” I snapped, gripping the side of the seat harder.
“You’re not telling me everything, Briar,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, ignoring my question. “You’re keeping something from me, from all of us.”
“That’s
