Chapter 44.
Briar felt the weight of Victor’s stare. It wasn't a touch, but it was just as heavy. She felt the heat of it on her skin, a silent demand for her to remember exactly what had happened in the bathroom the nights before. "Caleb, that’s really kind, but I have a lot on my plate," Briar said, her voice small but firm. She shifted behind her counter, feeling like she was standing on a fault line. "I don't think tonight is a good time." "Oh." Caleb’s face fell, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he glanced back at the General. He straightened his shoulders, attempting to project a confidence he clearly didn't feel. "Tomorrow, then. I’m not going anywhere, Briar. You know where to find me." He gave her a lingering look, one that was supposed to be a promise of a future, but in t
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