BRIAR’S POV
“Is this some sick joke?” I cry, shuffling away from him. “What the hell was that?”
And right then, it feels like a crooked disguise slips from every atom of his being.
He lets out a sadistic echo of amusement, depravity and malice coating every inch of his face.
A tremble rattles my spine.
His expression right now is morbid in every light, and he looks nothing like the man I’d spent the last twenty-four hours with.
Panic seizes me, and I brace myself for an escape.
But as though he can read my mind, he snatches me up by my hair and pulls me to stand right by his side.
Pain lances through my scalp, and I let out a curdled cry, reaching up to soften the pressure.
That’s when my ripped dress slips all the way down to my feet, and in the span of two staggering secon
