Esme couldn't believe what was happening.
Her own brother was choking her.
Her brother—who didn't joke with her, who had always worshipped the ground she walked on. The brother who had kept contact with her even when everyone else believed he was a ghost. The brother who trusted her…
And yet… he was choking her.
How had they gotten here? How had things unraveled so violently in the space of weeks?--if she counted the auction event. The descent was dizzying, like missing a step in the dark.
What had Gianna done to her family?
Was she really a witch? Was there some potion involved? Or some medical bullshit—Athena was her friend, after all.
But would Athena Thorne really descend that low, after fighting off the some virus herself?
Noah's hand tightened around her neck.
Her eyes widened as panic detonated in her chest. A thin, broken sound escaped her lips as she squeaked, "I'm sorry," but the hold didn't lessen. If anything, the pressure increased.
