"I beg you, Evangeline... I beg you!"
His tears spilled over, hot and frantic, tracing tracks of pure, unadulterated humiliation down his pale, dust-caked cheeks. Every ounce of his defiance had completely dissolved, leaving behind nothing but a broken shell pleading for his life.
"Hah."
A cold, quietly amused hum escaped her lips. Her dark eyes didn't hold hatred—they held something far worse: absolute apathy. Without a single trace of mercy, she opened her fingers and released her iron grip around his throat.
"Nooooo! Eva—!"
Lucian plunged.
