Julian’s face was dark enough to drip water.
That slap hadn’t hurt him physically what really hurt was his pride.
He believed that I should always be obedient, compliant, docile.
Not like this—defying him, rejecting him, despising him.
The next second, he snapped.
He lunged forward, his fingers clamping around my throat like an iron vise, slamming me back against the seat.
Pain exploded instantly.
The air vanished from my lungs as he cut off my breath.
My chest felt like it was bursting, and the world in front of me dimmed, turning black around the edges.
I felt my face swelling, turning purple.
Every attempt to breathe was t*****e.
“Julian!” Dr. Everett shouted urgently, “Stop! Another second and she’ll die!”
“Good,” Julian hissed, voice inhumanly cold—but his hand finally loo
