BRIAR’S POV
“Why are you silent now? You had so much to say a minute ago. What was that about wanting to poison me?” he taunts.
Tears gather in my eyes.
He lets go of one hand, raising a palm to my cheek.
His touch is surprisingly tender as he wipes the liquid from my eyes, his thumb trailing slowly down the sides of my face, leaving a heated path in their wake.
When he brushes across my lower lip, my breath hitches, and a dangerous glint lights in his eyes.
"Or maybe you’re just doing all this to get my attention. You want me to punish you again, don't you? Perhaps you crave it, even." He brings his thumb to his lips, tasting the residue of my tears and my lips all at once, smiling in wicked satisfaction.
“I'd rather choke on my own blood than want anything from you," I spit ba
