BRIAR'S POV
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His trust feels heavy on my shoulders, and I find myself not knowing what to really do with it. Pain prickles over my scalp as Cora's pressence pushes forward with rage. Rage so potent and hot that my eyes start to burn. 'Run, you fool!' Cora demands, her voice shaking with years worth of anger, but my feet remain rooted in their spot as his frame becomes a distant shadow. 'Move.' Cora demands, the force of her will exploding through my body, effecting my nerves, causing my feet to actually move in the direction of freedom, of life.
Forcing me three or four steps towards my escape, I pushed back against her will, against her demands, against her. 'You do not control me,' I seethe down the bond, 'You don't even have control over yourself.' Cora shoots back, her rage leavin
