BRIAR’S POV
It happened again.
I fell asleep in that shed, and I woke up in the same place I always have since coming here: the room filled with shiny treasures.
The first time, I was in awe. The second time, I was too preoccupied with more pressing things to care.
But now… now I want revenge.
My anger is only fueled by the warmth of the leather collar strapped around my neck.
I move towards the first glass case.
I grab the expensive vase sitting beside it, raising it as high as possible before slamming it into the glass case, watching it shatter and break.
The sight of the wreckage thrills me, filling me with adrenaline.
I move towards the others, smashing as many as I can with whatever object I find.
I pick up stones and throw them around, grabbing an emerald necklace wor
