Lethal Aftermath

ROWAN’S POV

I am drowning.

Trent’s massive hand clamps around my throat. The crushing pressure cuts off my air. The sickening, heavy stench of stale whiskey rolls off his breath, suffocating me before I can even gasp for mercy. The Seattle apartment spins out of focus as he shoves me hard against the drywall.

I struggle against his iron grip.

His face twists into a vicious mask, spit flying