Briar
I stared at Eric, my mind reeling as I tried to process his words. The dimly lit room seemed to close in around me, the air growing thick and oppressive. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.
Eric's smile widened, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the low light. His eyes, a mesmerizing amber, locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle with unease. "I said, my dear Briar," he purred, leaning forward across the ornate wooden desk between us, "that I want to marry you. We need to discuss our wedding plans."
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat, echoing off the stone walls of his office. "You're insane," I spat, gripping the arms of my chair so tightly my knuckles turned white. "Completely and utterly ins
