BRIAR'S POV
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Fenrys refused to put me back in that cell. He got so angry, so defensive, as if he was trying to fix everything by keeping me out of it, or the fact that I was refusing food and perhaps it made him think of my mother and that guilt was just eating at him, but it still wasn't enough to make up for anything, especially not his lie, and he once more had given me his bed tonight after I sat in his kitchen all day, crunching the wolfsbane to dust and measuring it right to not make Janice instantly sick, but to slowly poison her over the time.
The whole world feels like it's spinning right out of control, and perhaps that feeling started to bloom that awful, wrecking night four years ago, and now it has grown into this menace of a beast that can't die. My mom is dead. Weeks o
