FENRYS’ POV
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Janice was shaking in my hold, her throat bobbing against my palm, her feet kicking but finding no ground to stand on. “Please,” she rasps, still kicking. Still fighting for breath. "Your time is up, witch-bitch." The rumble of gasps coming from behind is a blur to my hearing. Everyone watched me adore this woman, watched me protect and serve her like I wanted to-- so their confusion is relevant. "Fen," Holton ground out, "Are you choosing that captive over Janice?" Holton asks, his voice breaking through the barrier of anger in my mind. "No, I'm taking back what's mine," I explain, eyes never leaving Janice's.
This is the only time I don't feel something crawling over my skin while looking at her. "What do you mean?" Holton presses, and I calmly turn to face the growing c
