BRIAR’S POV
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It wasn’t a rhetorical question. It was a real one— one I regret asking because Fenrys hasn’t spoken to me in two hours since we had woken up and started hiking up the mountains towards the caves. He’s ignoring me, more like my existence. Fenrys brushed past me, almost knocking me over and didn’t even acknowledge it. He continued to walk as if I weren’t here at all, and Column? He’s ten times worse. He acted smug, laughing at me, neither of them bothered to help when I slid on a mossy spot of rock.
I suddenly just stop walking, watching their forma grow smaller the further they go, but then Fenrys stops dead in his tracks, head shifting slightly as if he were daring to turn back to look af me, but atlas, he didn’t. He just stood there, head turned a little to the side, lis
