Chapter 121

• Lusia
• Half a second passed as I readied myself to retaliate for the action of Kiara. Kiara shot her entire hand and caught me by my neck in a vice-like grip. The moment she applied pressure, all air was gone from my lungs and trapped in my chest; those sharp nails were digging in. I fought against her wrist. I could feel my scratched and daubed nails helplessly sliding over her flesh. But she seemed adamant against my protests.
• There was a fire in her eyes, fueled by an abyss of hatred and rage: deep within, something like an aerial jet flash of madness flickered among all that hatred. With my lungs shrieking, I fought for air.