He grabbed her by the neck, "Who are you?"
His eye lids were twitching in both anger and annoyance. Meanwhile, Elena was almost out of breath, her feet could almost no longer touch the ground at this point.
She peeked at Hamilton but he could barely move nor speak, as if rooted to the ground by an unknown force.
"Keugh-" She struggled to escape his grasp but his grip on her neck tightened even more.
"Hurgh, i-if…if I die, w-what do you think Elizabeth would do?" She finally managed to say, amidst her rough breath.
At her words, Noel's grip loosened and he let go of her.
"Cough, filthy bastard." Elena cursed, massaging her sore neck.
"Where's Elizabeth?" Noel asked, sweeping his fingers through his silk black hair.
"And why would I tell you that?" Elena's eyes shoned, she was absolutely unwilling to falter.