Elizabeth's POV
She sat on the floor, panting from the ass whooping I gave her. She bled a little from her lip.
Served her right for trying to hurt me. She wiped it off with her hand.
I did not move from my spot.
My fingers wrapped around the cold of the broken phone holder, my fists clenched tighter as I looked at her wrestle to stand.
My heart pounded in my skull, dampening the confused mutter of noises beyond the shut door.
She stretched toward me with a shaking hand. "Help me up."
I didn't. She could do that herself.
I planted my heel on the floor and edged over, my tone frosty.
"Get out the way you got in… or by God, this time I'll kill you for sure."
Her eyes came up to mine, unemotional.
Then she breathed deeply. One that was huffy and annoyed like
