Eva's POV.

"Die"She gritted her teeth, her face was scrunched in anger and hate.

"Die"

Before I could realize, I

was running out of breath and choking.

I was choking but my dress was getting wet. I recalled that she ripped the IV from my wrist.

It was blood and it scared me because it was not simply dropping but it seemed like it was gushing out.

Despite the pain I was feeling and how weak I was becoming maybe because of the loss of blood and the strangling but I couldn't let her kill me so silently.

My hands gripped her hands tightly and I scratched her knuckles with...