Damian
I watched Briar's retreating form, her words echoing in my head like a death knell. "I'm done, Damian." The finality in her voice felt like a knife twisting in my gut. Arthur howled in anguish, urging me to chase after her, to explain everything. But my feet remained rooted to the spot, the weight of my secrets holding me in place like invisible chains.
"f**k!" A growl of frustration ripped from my throat as I turned and slammed my fist into the nearest tree. The bark cracked under the impact, splinters digging into my knuckles. The sharp pain was almost welcome. It distracted me from the gaping hole in my chest where my heart used to be.
"Well, that was quite a show," Selena's sickeningly sweet voice cut through my misery. I'd almost forgotten she was there. "Poor little Briar,
