“Let her f*****g go!” Zara’s voice echoes around the tunnel, and my eyes fly open.
The tightness in my chest eases a little when I see her standing there, her phone held up high.
Hunter’s grip on my neck doesn’t loosen. “Or what?” he groans, his gaze still burning into me with pure hatred.
“Or what?” Zara snaps.
“Or the five police officers still at the venue get a live stream of you strangling an innocent woman! Let her go, right now!”
Hunter’s gaze shifts from me to Zara and then back to me.
I see the calculation in his eyes, the moment he realizes he can't do s**t at this moment.
He drops me immediately.
My body lands on the asphalt, and my knees scrape against the rough ground.
Loud coughs hurl out of my throat nonstop as I grab my neck, gasping for the air he stole from me.
