Just then, the elevator dinged, and a figure strode over. “Chlo, stop it, let her go!”

It was Matthew. He rushed over, prying my hands apart.

After he flung me aside, I lunged at Melanie again.

Matthew glared at me, shouting, “What are you trying to do? Chloe... I’m warning you, let go!”

Melanie was now in Matthew’s arms, panting and coughing. Her face, once purple, was returning to its normal color.

After catching her breath, she pointed at me and cried out to Matthew, “Matt, hit her! Yo