“She’s dead?” West blinked a few times trying to take that information in. The woman in front of him began to struggle and he realized that he was closing his fist around her neck more than he intended. “How? Who? When?” he demanded.
Lydia choked as she struggled to breathe. West dropped her and she fell to her knees.
“I am not used to waiting for a reply, but I will give you a moment to compose yourself,” he said faux graciously. He towered over her as Lydia stroked her aching throat. She was a little flustered that this was not going the way that she had planned. She was supposed to be getting information from him, not the other way around!
“Ummm…” she stalled. “The runt was…” oof, her breath left her body as he sharply jabbed her in her diaphragm. Now she was gasping for air for a d
