A suffocating feeling washed over her.
Vivian Linton couldn't breathe.
"You... help... me... Tris- Tristan..."
Vivian's face rapidly flushed red as she clawed at Holly Sinclair's wrists, desperately trying to pry her hands away.
But Holly, consumed by an ultimate hatred, found a surge of unnatural strength. The more Vivian struggled, the tighter she squeezed.
For the first time, Vivian felt death so close.
It wasn't until Vivian's eyes rolled back in her head that a shocked Tristan Sterling finally snapped out of his stupor.
He rushed forward, shouting, "Holly!"
Holly paid him no mind. Straddling Vivian, her eyes swam with boundless hatred, all her strength focused in her hands.
Vivian's face turned purple, her struggles growing weaker and weaker.
"Let go!"
Seeing no reaction from Holly, Tristan's sharp brows knitted together as he roared, "Holly, I told you to let go! Are you trying to kill her?"
