The figure he had slammed against the wall was none other than the girl herself, Mirage.
She struggled wildly, fingers clawing at his wrist as her heels scraped uselessly against the floor. Her face was already flushing, her eyes starting to roll back as the pressure on her throat stole her breath.
"I didn't…" she forced out, the words barely audible before his grip tightened further, crushing the air from her lungs.
"Don't lie," Ethan snarled, his voice low and vicious. "You think I can't feel it? You're still trying to use it on me."
His Soul Sense flared, clearly detecting the subtle, invasive waves of allure radiating from her body even now. The sensation crawled along his awareness like a slow poison, insidious and persistent. His fingers closed harder, muscles locking as he prepared to end it.
