BRIAR’S POV
Finally, I have it—the stamp in my hand—but my feet won’t move on command.
I stand there, feeling as though an eternity is passing, mustering the resolve to betray everyone and run away.
I push back all feelings of shame and regret that gnaw at my conscience.
It’s not like you can return it now that you have it, so move before she finds out.
My feet finally obey, and I begin to move.
I take slow steps, trying to conceal my trepidation, and focus on deep breathing to calm my racing heart. My fists are tightly clenched to hide my trembling.
I concentrate on counting to distract myself, forcing my pace to quicken, almost running forward until a voice makes me come to a crashing halt.
“Briar!” Eli suddenly appears behind me, quickening his pace to reach me, his voice fil
