The moment it did, I grabbed Baevera by the throat and shoved her into the wall. Satisfaction ran through me as she let out a pained grunt when her back connected with the stone.
I held her there with my fingers wrapped around her throat, her feet dangling in the air, and scowled at her.
“Did you bring me in here just to kill me?” she rasped, her voice hoarse.
I glared and glared and glared, so damn hard. Light-Gods, I was so furious. My fingers squeezed, and I cut off her breath.
Just like in the past, she did not struggle. Nor did those bold eyes avert from my angry ones. That damn Eldareth pride. Did she have a death wish?
“It would be so easy, would it not?” I growled, voice low and rough. “Just a little more pressure, and I could snap your neck. It would feel, so f*****g good.
