BRIAR'S POV
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Holy cow. How do you like Fenrys? How the hell am I supposed to answer that? Should I answer it? 'Well, she certainly wasn't asking me.' Cora chimes in, her fiery tone having me nearly sitting on the edge of my seat. 'Not helping.' I inform her, "He's a bit douchy." I shrug, my fingers wrapping around the stem of the wine glass. Janice barks out a laugh, looking towards Fenrys as he stands behind the stove, cooking. "I totally agree, but he's on his very best behavior tonight," She muses, and my stomach churns. Tonight. If he's not acting like every other night, she might get suspicious...
"My boyfriend was better," I chirp, hoping to throw her off. Janice's eyebrows raise, "Who's your boyfriend?" She asks, looking truly interested. "Rust." Her eyebrows raised, "Do you me
