“I’m not a monster,” I interrupt his musings. “And no one deserves to die such a ghastly death. Not even you.”
“Thank you,” he rasps. “Truly.”
“You should thank Asher,” I say seriously. “I wouldn’t have been able to get to you on time without his help.”
“I don’t buy that,” he raises his voice, eyes hardening. “He must have done it to win more brownie points with you. There’s no way he wasn’t rooting for me to die.”
“What?” I sound alarmed. “How can you say that? After everything we did to help.”
Behind me, Asher laughs. His laughter is loud and vicious. “You utter piece of shit.”
“Who are you calling a piece of s**t,” Nick growls. So much for nearly dying. You’d think he’d been subdued from knocking so close to death’s door. But no. He chooses to pick a fight with the one person that
