"Three?" Ralph Gribbo asked in a cold, calm tone. The very next second, Kayla's eyes bugged and she clutched at her neck but there was nothing there to grip.
"Ack—" she choked as her knees wobbled and she struggled for breath. She was unable to get a word out to plead for mercy as she got forced to her knees where she continued to clutch at the non-existent noose around her neck.
"Three," Ralph Gribbo repeated, his tone even colder. Nothing on his face hinted that he was the one squishing the life out of Kayla but it was him. The only other person in the room capable of such was Marcus who was impassively arranging chess pieces without even the slightest bit of interest.
Aura.