BRIAR'S POV
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I, in fact, was not winning the three hour mark of badgering from Fenrys, my patience walking on a thin hairline as he stared at me while waiting for yet another answer he wasn't going to receive-- well, I didn't want to answer him, but the words building up in my throat is starting to make the wall I've built to stop said words from spewing out crumble. "I don't understand why you're mad," Fenrys shakes his head with this truly confused look on his face. "Can you just tell me so that I can fix it?"
Do I want him to fix it? If he tries, will it just be yet another lie to add to the pile he already accumulated? Will he change?
Mentally scoffing, I knew the latter will not happen. Fenrys...I don't even know his last name? Did he mention it? "What's your last name?" I ask,
