"Connor! Let her go this instant!"
Kira was on her feet in an instant, her heart hammering against her ribs as she stared at the scene.
"She's done nothing to me. I am perfectly fine, Connor. I just let my emotions get the best of me, that is all."
Connor did not move straight away. He stood there, his hand still wrapped around Claudia's throat, completely ignoring the poor woman's desperate gasps for air, and staring down at her with cold suspicion, weighing whether one word from his queen was enough to undo whatever instinct had brought him charging across the room.
"Connor, please. Look at me," Kira pleaded, softening her voice but keeping it firm. "I am commanding you as your queen. Let her go."
Finally, after what felt like eternity, Connor slowly retracted his long, wicked claws, and released his iron grip on Claudia's neck and took a single step backward.
