Shawn’s eyes turned an unnatural white. His hands moved with lightning speed and wrapped around my windpipe and constricted. As a half-vampire, I didn’t need air to breathe, but getting choked was still not my idea of fun. I grabbed Shawn’s hands and tried my hardest to pry them off my neck, but his grip was as solid as steel.
“You killed my friends,” said Shawn, whose voice was becoming increasingly raspy and inhuman with each passing second. “You killed my friends, you killed my friends, you killed my friends!”
I wanted to tell Shawn that I didn’t kill his friends, that I had no idea who killed his friends, but his tight grip on my neck made that impossible. All I could do was desperately try to communicate to him, through my eyes, that he was making a big mistake, but I wasn’t certain
