Pure instinct takes over the second his arm locks around my throat. There's no warning or any chance to prepare.
One second I'm inching cautiously toward Zane's office, my heart already threatening to burst from fear, and the next….I'm ripped backward into something hard and terrifyingly strong.
My breath vanishes instantly as his forearm crushes against my throat with brutal force, cutting off my air so fast my body doesn't even fully process it at first. Then survival hits as my hands fly up, clawing desperately at the arm constricting me, my nails scraping skin as I pull, scratch and fightr but he's too strong, way too strong. My feet barely stay beneath me as he drags me tighter against him. Oanic detonates inside my chest as my lungs burn, my pulse roars deafeningly in my ears. I try to scream, but nothing comes out except a horrifying, strangled sound.
Oh God. No, no this can't be how I die. Not here, Not like this and not now.
