BRIAR’S POV
He frowns like he’s genuinely offended by my question, which I don’t buy.
“It was the only place we could keep you that you could get treatment comfortably.”
“How long was I out?” I throw the next question immediately.
“A week.”
A whole seven days?
Guilt grips me, realizing that while I was out, he must have been using somewhere else to rest. I was inconveniencing him while being unconscious.
“I’ll get out of your way immediately.” I raise the heavy covers off me, trying to move out, but he runs to my side faster, holding my hand back down with another frown.
“No… You’re too weak to be moving around. Stay.”
I don’t expect him to say those words. Even with the cold tone in his voice, it’s not something I ever thought I’d hear him say.
I want to disobey, but the look i
