Sallie's POV
"Stop. Get the hell off me, you crazy bitch!" Kane thrashed beneath me, his screams echoing through the ballroom, but I didn't let up. My silence cut deeper than any war cry ever could.
Kane bucked and twisted, desperate to throw me off and scramble to his feet, but I pinned him down like deadweight. His wild flailing couldn't shake me loose.
My jaw clenched tight, rage burning behind my eyes. I didn't waste breath on words—just kept driving my fists into him with methodical, terrifying focus.
The crowd froze, stunned by the savage fury etched across my face. It took them several heartbeats to break from their trance.
Webster shoved Jill behind him and barked at the gawking spectators, "Quit standing there and get her off him!"
The others finally snapped out of their shock and surged forward, but I fought like a cornered animal.
Anyone who came too close got raked by my nails or felt my teeth sink in. One guy stumbled backward, blood streaming down his cheek.
