Elisabeth's POV
Jefferson was going to murder my father.
The realization hit me like ice water as I watched Jefferson's fingers dig deeper into Malcolm's throat. My body turned to stone, every muscle frozen as I witnessed the deadly intent blazing in Jefferson's eyes.
Part of me wanted to intervene. Another part wondered if I should.
Did I even know which side I belonged on anymore?
When Jefferson finally released his grip, Malcolm stumbled backward but recovered instantly. A harsh, mocking laugh erupted from his throat.
That sound sent fresh waves of fury rolling off Jefferson. His chest rose and fell rapidly, hands curled into deadly fists.
I could taste the violence in the air, thick and suffocating.
The rage had been building since we'd entered Malcolm's office. I regretted mentioning that my father would still be at the hospital, though Jefferson had already been driving in that direction anyway.
