BRIAR’S POV
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‘My sweet little girl, daddy will teach you about how the world works, but I will teach you how this works.’ Mommy puts her hand over my chest, ‘How your heart works.’
‘How does it work, mommy?’ I ask, legs swaying back and forth, my heels hitting the edge of my bed. ‘It works with kindness and understanding, with love and loss. It is who you are, and who you will become when you grow up, and remember, you always do what feels right, and I can only hope that it’ll always be the right, honorable thing.’
Right now, eyeing the dagger at his side, my fingers twitch and I don’t feel like I’m thinking about doing the right thing. Some part of me wants to know what the hell that b***h did to Fenrys, but another part of me, the bigger part, the angry part, doesn’t. That selfish,
