"You know, princess, you're really starting to get on my nerves." Snow's grin turned cold. "You're lucky we were told to keep the goods in one piece. So how about you do us both a favor, shut that pretty little mouth of yours, and behave? Hmm?"
Despite her face turning blue from the lack of air, Donna still managed to gather some saliva in her mouth and spit directly at his face.
Snow froze. For a moment, he simply stared at her, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened. The saliva had landed squarely on his forehead and was now slowly trickling down his face.
Then, the amusement in his eyes vanished, replaced by a murderous glare. His fingers tightened around her throat.
"You filthy little—!"
"That's enough, Snow."
Snow immediately whipped his head towards his brother, his expression twisting with indignation.
"Did you not see what she just did!?"
