Letho grabbed the man’s throat and squeezed as hard as I could. He made a pleasantly wet, garbled scream. I flung him into a shelf, sending books flying. People scrambled out of the way and their mouths flailed open. But the world was silent; even the man’s gasps for air didn’t reach me.
The man’s face lost color, and he grabbed at my hands. But he wasn’t a match for me.
“Stop!” A tiny voice said somewhere in the distance. I squeezed tighter, and the man thrashed, kicking at my legs.
“Rhett, I said stop!”
I craved to feel the man’s neck snap; for him to stop flailing.
“Let him go!” Someone touched my shoulder, and I sucked in a breath. I dropped the man, and he gasped for air on the ground, griping his throat. My body went cold like I’d been dunked in ice.
I swiveled to face Ansel, w
