he l a u g h s and tightens his hold on her throat.
“ i have one. ” he teases. “ and no, you’re not going
to fight for us. we just need you to do one little favor,
and then we’ll give you a head start before we send
someone to s l i t y o u r p r e t t y l i t t l e t h r o a t . ”
‘ i might just do it… my own damn self, at… this rate. ‘ it’s getting harder to breathe, and she claws against his hold on her throat. tries to push herself up; his foot is still in the way. vernal growls. he’s not listening - she’ll save her breath.