The situation had spun so far out of control, Rosalie had difficulty registering the amount of danger she was actually in. Instead, her mind seized upon the fact that Margot had so easily overpowered her, stealing away all of the control that Rosalie generally fought to have over her own life and decisions.
Her hands roamed Margot's skin, sharp nails digging in wherever they could. When her head was forced to move, it did so, and the glaring hatred in her green eyes was impossible to miss. "Putain, she cursed the woman. "What do you want?"