BRIAR’S POV
I’m shrouded in shock and disbelief as she sprints toward the finish line, leaving me amidst debris of mud and shrubs.
Oh no, she f*****g didn’t.
I seethe, violently rising from the ground, groaning as pain from my shoulder collision stabs into me. I definitely didn’t see that coming.
I thought her cold, standoffish demeanor was just part of her brooding, mysterious vibe. She seemed cool, less superficial than the rest of those girls who did a complete 180 once Karen got knocked down a few pegs.
But damn, was I wrong.
She’s a f*****g snake.
My rage is the only thing pushing me through the pain.
My ankle is bruised, along with my shoulder, so I limp forward through the forest, not even bothering to try running. My slow pace only adds more fuel to the fire inside me.
