Chapter 129 The Battle For Springville

• Becca’s blatantly amused laughter quickly turned guttural with my nails digging into the skin of her neck.
• She was so confident she could swallow me whole in the dreamspace as though being weak herself didn't matter. I desperately wanted to smack the confidence from her upturned lips.
• I pressed tighter against her throat. Any minute now, or so I would urge myself to snap her neck. Yet, I hesitated. Would killing her here really do anything?