BRIAR'S POV
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So much gold. So much writing. So much inventory. The glow of the gold will probably leave me seeing yellowing things for days straight. Green grass? Now yellow. My eyes hurt, and my arms ache from moving piece by piece of every gold object to the other side of the room when I wrote it down. One would think that all this gold made me feel rich just sitting here, but the fact that it's this house sickens me, and I've never felt more poor than I do right now. "You winning in here?" Fenrys asks, striding in with sweat beading his forehead and neck, but he still smiles at me.
"If I confess that the house is winning, will you hold it against me?" I ask, grimacing. Fenrys barks out a laugh rich with heat and joy, kneeling beside me, "No, Sunling. I won't hold it against you." H
