PART TWO: CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

With all her strength, Zaramanni tried to rip off her shirt.

If she needed to go naked to get free from the murderous hold, she would do it. She didn’t care.

But, while her buttocks felt hotter as she was involuntarily dragged over the tile, the shirt gown refused to tear.

Her hands fumbled with the material while her throat began to feel more and more tightened, gagging noises leaving her lips by the second.

Her breath was gradually leaving her.

That was until she made contact with the person’s wrist.

“Argh!” A masculine shriek filled the corridors and sizzling sounds followed. And the grasp disappeared.

Quickly, Zaramanni crawled to a distance she considered safe. Heavy breaths escaped her as her hands kept feeling her neck to make sure it was still intact.

Then, with her eyes narrowed with slight fear and curiosity, Zara looked ahead and watched her attacker hold his wrist which was now greatly scarred with burns. The darkened spot on his skin emitted smoke until it did n