BRIAR'S POV
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I was lounging on the flimsy couch in the living room when Fenrys strode in, slamming the door behind him with force, the sound of his rough voice followed with a, "Fuck." Closing the novel I was busy reading, I place it beside me as I slowly sit up, looking at him, "What's got a stick up your ass?" I ask, the tension between us still thick from what happened nearly a week ago. 'Maybe it's just you.' Cora chimes, and something inside my chest crumbles a little. Am I the only one overthinking this?
"She's getting suspicious." Fenrys groans, toeing off his boots next to the door. "Did she say anything?" I ask, feeling a little pale in my face as if the blood drained from it completely. "Not directly," His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, his entire body tense with fear.
