BRIAR'S POV
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I shouldn't have come. I told him, I shouldn't have come. "You don't get to choose, Briar," Janice grits out, eyes flashing with danger. "And neither do you," I smile bitterly. His jaw sets in a tight, sharp line, anger radiating off of her. I can feel Fenrys' eyes upon me, and he's probably trying to get me to shut the hell up, or willing me to disappear with just a look. "I am the...", "The what?" I ask, blinking while smiling knowingly at her. Her lips purse, "The boss." She finishes with a smile. "Not mine," I let my knife and fork clatter to the plate, pushing my chair back, "No." She sighs, hands gripping the edge of the table, "Not yours, but his." She sends Fenrys a knowing look, smiling at him, "And he listens to me," Her smile seems to grow even more sadistic tha
