His grip tightened.
With each struggle, with each desperate attempt to push him away, his fingers pressed deeper into my throat. My lungs burned, my vision blurred, and I realized—
I was going to die.
Here. Like this. Beneath him. Panic seized me.
I couldn’t die. I couldn’t.
Leon—he needed me. I had to stay alive for him.
What would happen to him if I was gone?
What would Asher do to him if I wasn’t here to protect him?
Tears spilt from my eyes as I started to beg.
"Asher, please… please let me go. Please, I’m begging you." My voice was weak, hoarse, barely a whisper. "Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry."
My vision started to fade. The edges of the room darkened, my body growing weaker by the second. My limbs felt heavy and useless. The fight was slipping out of me.
And then—He le
