BRIAR'S POV
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The bright blues of the daylight bled into gray before completely going dark, the only light left is that of the moon shining behind thick clouds littering the sky. There's a chill in the air that cools me down after the long, hot day that left my skin feeling extremely dry and dirty from the ground I've been sitting on. Footsteps shuffle across the ground, leaves crunching, and a soft groan ripples through the air. The musty scent mixed with wine approaches, and drops down next to the cell bars. "Briar, I'm sorry," Fenrys groans, sounding so tired, his voice laced with a painful edge and broken.
My eyes flutter shut as the urge to look at him pulses through me in a hot, agonizing zing. "I f****d up," He says admittedly. Opening my eyes, I force myself to look ahead, to
