Page 84 of Brutal Prince

I frown at him. Keep it? What the hell—?

He grabs my hand and puts it on his heart. Just like when I shoved him away from Addy the other day.

His heart pounds like a racehorse’s.

“Feel that? It’s going strong. And it can still take a fuck load more.”

I tense my fingers, burrowing my nails into his flesh through his cotton shirt. His lips part, and his breath washes over me as he lets out a sigh.

“They — he — tied her up.” My heart starts pounding harder, faster. Blood roars in my ears.

Briar’s eyes light up, but not for the story. I’m confiding in him, and for some reason he’s eating it up. I can’t think about what this means, not right now.

I’ve reached the top of this fucking roller coaster, and there’s nothing left to do but close my eyes, hold tight, and hope I don’t fucking die.

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