Clara
My brows furrowed across each other, staring confusedly at Samuel.
Not breathing?! Impossible.
Just when I gathered myself to rise back up, Samuel had hastily turned to me, his right hand locked onto my neck.
He forcibly made my knees straighten up as I stood up, having difficulties breathing because of his tight grip on my neck.
“I should have seen this coming. You’re not up for anything good!”
I helplessly tapped on his wrist, unable to utter a word. But those were useless as his grip only tightened, his teeth gritting in anger.
My eyes shifted to where Caleb was.
A quick rush of guilt spread across me watching Carter sob as he tried to wake his brother up.
Did I really fail? And Caleb’s dead?
Or perhaps Samuel was just mistaken when he checked his pulse?
“L-le-let g-go,
