I’ll do anything she asks. Drop to my knees and beg. Write her a hundred books. Give her the keys to Nicholson Manor. Hand her all the proof of Trevor’s transgressions. Anything. Briar lifts her chin, blue eyes boring into me. “Let me kill you.” Silence falls between us. We stare at each other, unmoving. After everything I’ve done for her, everything I’ve made her feel, every sacrifice I’ve made, this is how she wants to write our ending. Not dying of old age in bed together, holding hands as our souls leave our bodies behind for the afterlife. But here, in this house. With a knife in her hand
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