Briar's POV Azrael shifted beside me, the mattress dipping slightly with the movement. He didn’t touch me at first. He just laid there, close enough that I could feel his warmth.“Briar,” he said quietly. The edge in his voice was gone, replaced with something careful. “I was wrong.”I kept my eyes forward, jaw tight, saying nothing.“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” he continued, and exhaled slowly, like the words weighed more than he expected. Still, I didn’t respond.Only then did he move closer. His hand brushed my arm lightly, as if asking permission without words. When I didn’t pull away, his fingers lingered, tracing a careful path along my skin, the apology shifting from words into touch.“I mean it,” he said again, his hand sliding lightly over my side, tracing slow, gentle patterns. “I shouldn’t have spoken like that.”I stayed silent.“I know you’re upset,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper now. “I know you’re frustrated with me, but I can’t
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