BRIAR’S POV
I’m a shivering mess by the time he lets me go, covered in dirt from being dragged on the floors, my hair in complete disarray, and every bit of me aching.
My scalp burns from the force he yanked on it with, and my neck feels even worse. I know it will bruise by morning, but that’s one of my lesser worries right now.
I’m as traumatized as I am in pain.
I can still hear her scream, see the blood gush out of her like a geyser as he ripped her apart like she was nothing to him.
All I can think of, as I’m pulled away by his guards towards an unknown destination, is my demise.
The terror continues to grow within my heart, and tears continue to fall from my eyes.
It was all a lie, an elaborate ruse from a cruel man I had thought to be so perfect. I had sworn my life to him
