Hellbent on obtaining the secret she had all these years held with herself, Servyn didn't intend on letting her go.
He clasped rigidly on her neck, restricting her breath and constricting her muscles. Her veins were evident, outlining her neck and even her face had turned red.
She was clogging yet still, she didn't want to concede to him.
Suzanne toiled to breathe under his ruthless ministrations. Her gaze still locked on his angry ones.
That glint in her eyes still exposed her obstinacy, she was not ready to give in just yet.
"I'm asking you for the last time, Suzanne,"
She heard him bawled. He had never uttered her name with much hatred and contempt before no matter how angry she had made him.
The severity of this matter was more important than any other.
It's his mother they're talking about here.
"Do you know my mother?!" Every slow drag of his words resonated with a sharp bitterness.
