She was barely remembering how to breathe again when she felt him pinning her down roughly, and the pressure on her jugular robbed her brain of what little oxygen she was getting. And Mab did something she'd never done before: she panicked.
Humanity was the enemy here. It was pure survival instinct. Her brain needed oxygen, so she fought to push herself up, clawed at his hand on her neck, thrashed underneath the sharp press of his knee at her back. But all it served to do was speed up the process. She had no leverage, and was already breathless. In a few moments, there were spots in her vision. A few more and her struggles turned sluggish. A few more after that, her body fell limp under his hand. Still alive, but unconscious.