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

forced herself onward, limping down the endless

the wind hit

on a

the endless expanse of the

at Southcreek Manor at

were on a

Footsteps sounded behind her.

Briony turned.

Stewart was approaching.

already in the middle of the ocean," he said quietly. "It'll be nearly

stared at him, disbelief and horror warring

she never could have imagined Stewart would go this far-would

a crushing wave of helplessness rise

out

of her. She

take for you

front of her and knelt,

chiseled features now even sharper, almost cruel in the harsh light. His eyes, narrowed and

said softly, "maybe the real question is when will

man before her, her

she saw the truth: he wasn't an angelcome to rescue her, but & devil with

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