Briar
I felt the blood drain from my face, my legs suddenly weak. "W-what are you talking about?"
Eric's grin was positively feral now. "Let's just say I arranged a little... accident. A poor girl was chased by a bear, fell off a cliff, and drowned in the river. Her body looked exactly like Briar's. Not even your beloved Damian and your overprotective brother could tell it wasn't you. They're probably planning your funeral as we speak."
I stumbled back, my legs hitting the altar. This couldn't be happening. It had to be another lie, another manipulation. But the satisfaction in Eric's eyes told me it was true.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, they wouldn't give up that easily. They know me, they'd feel it if I was really gone."
"Would they?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow. "Te
