Chapter 94

Dennis POV:

I shook my head as blood splattered spectacularly from his nose, dripping onto Vianne's cheek and chest. He cried out in pain, holding his nose with one hand as the other tightened into a fist. Vianne dodged the blow, but even through the video feed, I heard the unmistakable sound of bones cracking against the tiled floor.

I fist-pumped, nearly toppling the laptop on my thighs off.

Brant roared in pain, rolling off her. "Come on, Vianne," I urged as if she could hear me. "Get up."

She scrambled on all fours, wincing likely at the cold tile beneath her knees. Why had she chosen to wear a skirt? It was a loose one, but she should be in jeans. Then again, these people expected her to dress up, and she had a part to play, for now.

I watched as one of her knees slipped in his blood, slowing her down. Brant appeared to still be gasping for breath, but his hand suddenly shot out and reached for her. Fuck. His hand closed around her naked ankle