Damien's eyes widened in horror as Anna's hands closed around his neck, her grip tightening. He tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper, his words strangled by her grasp. Then he recalled the moment when he met Zayden in the club. His memories rushed to him like a gust of wind.
A laughter broke from his lips. It was deep and menacing, despite being strangled by the neck.
But Anna's expression remained cold, her eyes blazing with fierce anger. "You're laughing?"
"Should I beg you at your feet then? Or should I lick your feet? I don't regret killing you. I enjoyed those moments," he said, his smile widening as his white teeth showed.
Anna clenched her freed hand in anger while the other strangled Damien's neck, giving him no breathing space.
Upon seeing that Anna wasn't going to release her grip, he said, his eyes pleading for mercy, tapping her fingers in pain, "A... Anna."