Briar was lying on the sofa irritated with the way Bronya was hovering. The woman had asked too many times to count if they could simply hook her up to an IV and get fluids into her. It didn’t matter how Briar had said she didn’t like needles. The woman was incessantly after her. She even had Liev try to coax her, but Briar had been adamant there was no need. She had been faking sleep for the last hour and Bronya was back in the kitchen occasionally hissing in Russian, about what, Briar had no idea.
She felt she was pissing all the women in her life off.
She had messaged Marie to see if she or Joe would bring Hadlee home. Marie had immediately began texting her furiously to ask if she was being held against her will and if she needed help. She had almost laughed at the absurdity of the q
