BRIAR’S POV
The hand holding my face is suddenly ripped away, followed by the sickening crack of bone and a cry of pain.
My eyes fly open, and I immediately notice a fourth person among the men—a mysterious boy who wasn’t here a second ago. His presence is announced only by the blow he landed in the middle of the first man’s face.
The injured man clutches his bleeding nose, glaring at the boy with anger.
I take a moment to notice how strikingly beautiful the boy is. He has deep olive skin with lighter milky patches scattered over his face and arms, like an artwork.
His pale blue eyes stand out sharply, adding an ethereal, almost inhuman quality to his appearance. His short, curly golden-brown hair is cut into a fade at the back.
Everything about him is eccentric, and the deep black
