"Not another word, Jacq."
His voice was cold, sharp enough to cut through the air between them. She swallowed hard, the movement difficult with his hand still wrapped around her throat.
Instead of replying, she focused on trying to free her wrists. It was useless. His grip was unyielding, and the harder she struggled, the more impossible it seemed to escape him. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, every pulse louder because of the way his fingers held her neck in such a dominating grasp.
"L… leave me," she managed, twisting her hands again.
He didn't release her.
"I don't think you're here to talk, Damien. Sss—" She hissed sharply when his hold on her wrists tightened painfully. Her eyes flashed up at him through her lashes, anger burning beneath the fear. He was manhandling her.
"Let go!" she demanded, her voice rising.
His jaw flexed.
