She could hear him yell at her, feel the chill of his fingers as he pressed them against her neck. She didn't want him there, wanted him gone, yet lifting her hands were a challenge she could barely manage and any gesture was half-hearted at best.
Her mind filled with images of Liam, Sanguini, Romilda when she'd been alive. She wanted Dennis gone, to be alone, and yet she was so scared she could barely breathe. Or maybe that was a genuine difficulty to breathe, she wasn't sure.
All she knew was that the world was getting colder. Colder and darker, as her heartbeat stilled more and more, until there was nothing more than darkness surrounding her.
'Help' The word whispered, not spoken, as the last piece of strength left her.