Nate's POV
Layla arrived, and she looked like she couldn’t believe her eyes when she got outside and saw my hands over James’ neck. And funnily enough, Andrew was standing not far away from us, with his hands wrapped around his front. She exhaled angrily because Andrew was standing close by instead of going to stop us from fighting.
She glared at him before walking towards my direction. She placed her hand on my shoulders.
“Please let go of him. You don’t have to stain your hands with his blood,” She pleaded softly.
I took deep breaths to calm myself, but still I didn’t take my hands away from James neck.
James on the other part was gasping for air. He could pass away any time from now if I didn’t let go of him.
Layla took her hands to my hands that was wrapped around James’ neck.
