Sherri Rockford opened her eyes, jerking her head around to the man who held her arm, keeping her from cracking her head on the pavement below. She reached out, gripping his shirt, and pulling him closer to her face. “Help me,” she wheezed, forcing each word from her throat as she fought against Regina’s control over her body. The drugs had kept her weak before, but without them now, she was gaining strength. She would get her life back, her body back. “Please, she’s inside….I need her out….help…”
Regina slammed Sherri’s essence backward as she tried to wrestle control back. Her body collapsed, and Cale caught her, holding her in his arms, and the sight was enough to infuriate Regina even more. She took that anger out on Sherri, shoving the other woman, kicking her, punching her, beating the hell out of her for allowing her to need Cale’s help.