BRIAR'S POV
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"NO!" I yell in his face. "I don't have a choice," Fenrys grits out, towering over me. This can not be happening. Crossing my arms, my shoulders square, "I don't want to go," I grit out, "And you don't have a choice either." He shoots back with an apologetic look in his eyes, "I do have a choice." I grit out, "You can tell her I escaped, and I can hurt you just to make it believable," I smile, batting my eyelashes at him. Laughing, he shakes his head, "You just want to touch me," He grins, and my eyes roll.
"I literally cannot stand you, why would I want to touch you?" I ask with raised brows, "I don't know, but I also don't mind that those pretty hands of yours can't stay off me," He taunts, and I think about last night, about how I woke up from that nightmare. "You're
