Dorian wasn’t supposed to be in for another week or two, at least. He never showed up for holidays this goddamn early and the year he does, he’s trying to take what is mine. Once again, he is ripping what belongs to me right out of my fucking hands. Proving I was nothing but his spare. Everything I had was only his to take. But not this time. Not her. Briar was mine. Mine to torment. Mine to manipulate. Mine to break. It was about goddamn time she learned what happened when she didn’t play by my rules.
