FENG LANG
I felt his neck pulsing in my hands with every beat of his heart. One twist, just a little squeeze, was all it would take. And I couldn't say I wasn't tempted. His hands continued to pull on mine. Like that would make any difference. Slowly—after he realized his attempts were useless—he lifted his head, like he was afraid of what he would see, and that was smart on his part. His eyes widened dramatically when he finally saw my face.
His heart thumped against his chest, and a vein on his neck raised. I couldn't help the satisfied grin that spread across my face. For what felt like minutes, I reveled in my superiority. What made it even better was the moment he realized that no one was going to help him. Then out of nowhere, he switched, causing my smile to falter.
His eyes thinned, and his gaze hardened. His hands dropped from my arm, and even the
