A phone rang.
The tension between Cordelia and Elizabeth was not relieved by it. If anything, it was heightened.
Elizabeth squirmed a little as Cordelia loosened her hold on her, pressing her hands against Cordelia’s shoulders to try and shove her away. The freshly stitched wound in her hand shot a jolt of agonizing pain through her, but the adrenaline wasn’t enough to free herself. Cordelia was so fueled by her hatred of Elizabeth that she could have kept her there through sheer force of will even if she wasn’t naturally far stronger.
Cordelia grabbed her roughly by the neck, choking her as she was held firmly against the wall.
There was no point trying to free herself, she was going to have to wait for a better opportunity or risk serious injury or death.
Cordelia took out her phon
