Elijah's pov ;
As soon as she opened the door, with that saccharine smile plastered on her face, I didn't even give her a chance to speak. My hand shot out, clamping around her throat, and I slammed her back against the door with a force that rattled the frame. The look of shock and fear in her eyes did nothing to cool the rage that burned inside me.
"Why the hell did you tell Ash about the accident?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous. My grip on her throat tightened as she gasped, her hands clawing at mine as she tried to free herself. Her lips trembled, and it took everything in me not to squeeze harder, to not crush her windpipe right there and then.
"Elijah…please…" she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to breathe. "Ash…he doesn't deserve you…"
