The fingers wrapping around her neck caused every muscle in her body to tense up. Forcing down the urge to retaliate, to kick him hard and struggle away from him, she looked up at him with wide grey eyes,hands coming up to lock around his wrist.

But the hands around her throat didn't tighten. Didn't cut into her windpipe.

She meet his eyes, and had to keep a smile off her face, because this, weirdly, made her feel more at ease with him than anything else.

But laying her smiling didn't make for a good fight. She started twisting and bucking her body under him, letting out strangled sounds.