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I should have been focused on the task at hand. There was a lot at stake right now, but instead I stopped to watch her. The one who never looked away from my eyes, not even when my presence started to scare her.

“You should know what happens when you run. It only makes me want to chase you more.” ”

My little red riding hood running from the big bad wolf.  Our story is inevitable.  I catch her.  I feast.

Once again, he is ripping what belong to me right out of my fucking hands. 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.

Alistair Caldwell’s presence is hard to detect, like a dark fog that you can’t see but can feel.

“Is getting dick from Ponderosa Springs’ most notorious asshat worth the shit service?” Rook mutters, reaching down from his place behind me to pluck a basket of fries into his hands.  Briar doesn’t miss a beat, only shrugs and replies, “Wouldn’t that mean I was screwing you?”

She runs a hand through her hair, leaning further into Alistair’s arms, seeking comfort in a hand I’d seen rip people apart. A man who believed he was nothing but a spare is the only thing holding her together.

Even though it seemed impossible to anyone else, she believed that I deserved the best out of everything. Stealing my sketches and hanging them up in her dorm room, showing them off to Lyra.  It felt nice to have someone believe in you.

“This your way of branding me, Little Thief?”  The tiny B in the center of the necklace catches the light, making me grin.  “Figured I’d return the favor, considering I have to walk around with your initials on my finger forever.”

Alistair Caldwell was mine, mine, mine.

“I’m not sure how to describe how when I’m around you my heart feels like it’s beating for the first time or you make me feel alive.”

Alistair is never afraid, ever, unless it has to do with losing Briar. That’s the only thing he fears in life. Not even death takes precedence over her.

“Whatever you have to give, I want all of it. All the dark, all the scary. I want it. Forever.” “It’s yours. Every warped part of me. It’s yours, Little Thief. I hope you like playing in the shadows, we will be staying here for a while.”

An understanding between us that if the world came crashing down, she would sacrifice anything to protect him, just as he would for her.

“Little thief, you’re stuck in my maze, how could you ever think you’d escape me?” “I don’t want to. But running from you is fun.” “Cause you know I’ll always catch you…”

“I could stay here for a lifetime just feeling your heartbeat rise. I’m not sure what I can give you, but whatever is left of me, whatever I have, it’s yours, for as long as you want it.”

“I’m gonna rip that silver fucking spoon right out of your mouth just to feed you back all your territorial bullshit.”  “Little Thief, there is no spoon. I learned to lick wealth from knives.”

There is something in Briar Lowell that refuses to allow her to turn away from what frightens her.

Predator versus prey. And I never lose. “The blonde is mine.”

She was ruining fucking everything. Her smell, the pathetic moans, over eager hips and panting were ruining my concentration. Her existence was fucking up my life.