Brittany's POV

"Let’s move it; you said you were ready," Reckoning growls, impatience dripping from his words as I hesitate in front of the doorway.

I did say that. But ready? Ready for this? No way. My legs feel like jelly, and my stomach churns in rebellion. Tears threaten to spill, my head spins, and I’m teetering on the edge of an emotional meltdown.

"M-maybe you could sneak me in through the back or something-"

"Not gonna happen, ...