Stewart knelt down in front of Briony, meeting her bewildered gaze.

He reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a key, unlocking the shackle around her ankle.

The metal chain clattered to the floor.

Briony frowned.

Rising to his feet, Stewart looked down at her, a gentle smile flickering in his dark eyes. "You're free to leave now."

Briony stared at him, hesitation written all over her face.

Stewart said nothing.

Tentatively, she took a step forward.

He didn't move to stop her.

She drew in a shaky breath, then broke into a run.

Pain shot up from her ankle-sharp, relentless—but she ignored it, seized the doorknob, and flung the door open-

And froze.

This wasn't Southcreek Manor.

She took in the long, unfamiliar hallway, dread pooling in her stomach.

it

limping down

hit her,

on a

stretched nothing but the endless expanse of the

at Southcreek

on a

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Briony turned.

Stewart was approaching.

ocean," he said quietly. "It'll be nearly impossible

him, disbelief and

imagined Stewart would go this

water, feeling a crushing wave of helplessness

you're out of

out of her. She sank down

will it take for

of her and knelt,

now even sharper, almost cruel in the

softly, "maybe the real question is when will you

before

man who stepped from the shadows was her salvation. Now she saw the truth: he wasn't an angelcome to rescue

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