"Constantine, stop! Stop!"
Vica's wild struggles went unheeded, even when she twisted in his hold and yanked on fistfuls of Constantine's hair. His hand remained wrapped around Yezia's throat, immovable and unfaltering as it continued to choke the breath out of her.
Suddenly, his arm dipped - Yezia's long legs came up to twist around Constantine's shoulder and neck, giving her both the leverage to fight for a half-breath of air and the opportunity to slam her booted foot into his face. His head rocked back, the rear of his skull colliding with Vica's side and knocking with bruising force against her ribs. She recoiled from the impact, her knees digging into Constantine's chest as she quietly wheezed from the pain. He didn't even notice: with Yezia's upper body clinging horizontally along
