Two wrongs

Raul was still up in the air.

"What're you doing, Jasmine?" Asher screeched in shock. The others weren't left behind, their mouths were wide open, terrified.

Even with Asher's outcries, Jasmine did as if she didn't hear. She was pinned in a spot.

"Jasmine please!" The others succumbed to weeping and pleading.

"Jasmine pleaseeee!" Their screams deciphered Jasmine and she turned her head toward the door where they were, some were on the knee, pleading in tears.

The atmosphere was so taut mixed with distress and awful moments. Jasmine's face was ruddy and her hand trembled.

"It isn't me! I am not the one controlling my hand," she cried out.

"How can you say that? You have your hand on his neck, do you intend to kill him?" Asher shrieked in anger.

His chest was racing as anger muddied his reason. The fact that she and the person she intended to kill were contesting for the leadership post was not helping the matter. He, Asher could endorse Raul because he could become the second in comma