TAVIAN’S POV
“Where are we going!” Briar struggles against my grip on her arm as I drag her along with me towards a different direction in my castle.
Her voice comes out high-pitched, demanding an answer from me—one I don’t intend to give her. She’ll figure it out on her own when we get there.
I’ve been too lenient recently. I haven’t spooked her enough, shown her something truly terrifying enough to watch her plead for mercy and wish for death.
I haven’t broken Briar well enough.
I take her all the way down to the ground floor, following a back alley that leads to the training hall.
Walking in, we’re greeted by close to a dozen of my men gearing up and getting ready for a bit of practice and training. They pause once their eyes fall on me, rushing to their feet and immediately bo
