Michaela
I awoke to claws wrapped tightly around my neck, their points pricking against my carotid artery.
“Don’t make a sound,” Kristin hissed into my ear, “or I’ll bleed you out right here.”
In the dimness of Andreas’s bedroom, Kristin kept her claws at my throat as she yanked me upright and tugged me backwards out of the door.
She didn’t let go until we had fully crept out of Andreas’s quarters – and then she shoved me against the wall, her hands gripping the red weal the silver had left on my throat.
Before I could cry out, she was strangling me.
Sleep, and everything that came before it, had left me so dazed that I hardly understood what was happening. My body struggled on my mind’s behalf, trying to break her grip, but Kristin had the strength of fury on her side.
Her
