Viella felt the air blocked in her throat, the squeeze slowly hardening as she looked into Adrian's cold eyes, weighing her options.
What could she do in this situation? Besides begging him to let her go, Viella didn't dare put her hands on him, even in self-defense. It was like kicking her master—someone who could and would hurt her even more than he already had.
Viella closed her eyes, squeezing them shut.
"I don't think you realise what kind of enemy you're making. Do you even know what the Scholar Party is? A small faction of the political sphere, a bunch of bumbling idiots with opinions that aren't worth a shill. And you're willing to die for that?" Adrian whispered in her ear. Her hand was now on his wrist, pushing him away with all her might.
It was like pushing against stone.
