Ferdinand sat behind the wheel, blood trickling down his forehead.

Yet he was laughing a cold, hollow laugh that echoed with despair. "Bryn, be good. Come back. Take one more step, and I'll have no choice but to pull the trigger."

Briony met his gaze, unflinching.

The gun was pointed right at her; fear clawed at her chest-she'd have to be inhuman not to feel it.

But after coming this far, how could she possibly turn back now?

"I'm not going back, Ferdinand."

Slowly, Briony lifted her hands. She removed her veil, slipped off her earrings, tugged the necklace from her throat.

With the back of her hand, she wiped the lipstick from her lips, her steady eyes never leaving Ferdinand. "I'd rather die than be your bride."

Ferdinand stared at her, eyes bloodshot and wild.

"Bryn, you're breaking my heart."

Briony gave a small, determined smile, then turned away, walking forward without hesitation-

Bang!

A shot rang out. The bullet struck the earth at her feet.

She froze for a split second—a reflexive flinch in the face of danger.

But then, gathering her skirts, she pressed on, stepping through mud and puddles toward freedom-

Bang!

of a tree just

as if ready to meet death with open arms.

One step, two steps...

her dress sodden and

seemed so slight in the

"BRIONY!"

emptied the rest of the magazine—but not a single bullet

aside the gun and leaping from the

can't leave! If you have to die, then you'll die by

her

into the woods, branches tearing at her, heart pounding. Ferdinand thundered after

She was lost.

at the abyss before her, Briony

how

mountain, but

turned in an instant. The sky, clear

howled, leaves rustling

the cliff's edge, her long black hair

a step

of the trees, shouting frantically, “Bryn, I'm not chasing you anymore! Please, just

stopped. "Ferdinand, let me go. Otherwise, I'll jump.

a

down

wedding dress, soaked through, clung to her

She couldn't run anymore.

ending was

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