He’s got her. He has Skyla. He took her. And it’s all this dumb motherfucker’s fault. I can’t even blink before my body moves of its own accord. My hands are wrapped around Wesley’s throat, and I’m squeezing like I never have before. I snapped plenty of throats in my life, crushed plenty of tracheas. I have no doubt this one will be the most satisfying of all.
