Valentina's feet kicked slightly, her hands clawing at his arm, trying to loosen his grip, but it was no use. Her breath was stuck in her throat, her chest rising with short, desperate gasps. The pressure around her neck was suffocating. Her eyes widened in fear, she tried to scream, but nothing came out.
Then her vision began to blur. The noise of the street, the wind, the faint sound of her phone buzzing in her purse—it all became distant, like she was slipping underwater.
Then her arms dropped slightly, her was strength draining fast.
And just as her body began to go limp.
Damon dropped her.
She hit the ground hard, coughing and gasping, her hands flying to her neck as she pulled in air like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her whole body trembled.
Above her, Elvis straightened his collar, looking down at her with cold eyes.
"You have two days before," he said flatly. "but I've changed my mind."
