"I already knew you wanted me dead," he said quietly. "I wouldn't even be surprised if you tried again." He leaned closer, his breath brushing against hers. "But now… now I'm angrier than I expected."
Bonnie stiffened. His voice, low and steady, carried a sharp chill that pierced the darkness. His face was hidden in shadow, but his presence loomed large, suffocating.
She moved to push him away and escape, but he was faster. In an instant, he had her pinned beneath him. His weight held her down as he hovered above, his voice soft but laced with a warning.
"Don't think I'll always hold back. I'm not a saint."
The room was silent, the air heavy. He was everywhere, surrounding her, overwhelming every sense. Her nerves buzzed with alarm.
Her wrists were trapped in his grip, held tight enough to sting. She struggled to breathe beneath the force of it. Pressing her lips together, she forced herself to speak.
"It won't happen again. Just let me go."
