The moment Fiona moved, Debbie was hit with a wave of pure panic - that gut-wrenching realization that Carlos was about to slip completely through her fingers.
If Fiona woke up, she'd lose everything.
No, she couldn't let that happen. Fiona couldn't wake up. She had to die. Die now!
Whatever little sanity Debbie had left was swallowed by the madness clawing at her heart. With a desperate scream, she lunged, hands wrapping tightly around Fiona's neck, ready to kill her right then and there.
But the second her fingers found Fiona's throat, she was yanked away like a ragdoll and flung across the room, slamming hard into the ground.
Her chest seized with sharp pain, suffocating like never before since her surgery six months ago.
Carlos nearly ended her right there.
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