*Lena*
Slate was sputtering, spitting on the ground, and acting overall exceedingly dramatic as he gripped his throat. His hands had caused more redness than Xander's had, I noticed, as I watched Slate act as though Xander had come close to killing him instead of physically forcing him to let me go.
Xander continued to stand behind me, watching Slate with interest. He glanced down at me, giving me a tight, crooked smile before turning his attention back to Slate.
“You done? Or do you need a few more minutes to collect yourself?" Xander asked.
Slate glared at us both, his eyes narrowing into slits as he finally straightened up. “Who the hell do you think you are? I'm a professor–"
“A professor who just had his hands on a female student," Xander retorted, shrugging his shoulders. “An
