Lana's Pov
The closet was too small. With Asher standing in the doorway, I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He held the phone up, and I could see the screen glowing with Jasper’s number. His knuckles were white. He wasn't yelling, but the way he looked at me was scarier than any shout.
"You used the boys," he said. His voice was a low, rough growl. "You taught our sons to steal just so you could talk to another man."
"He isn't just another man," I said. I tried to stand tall, even though my back was pressed against the metal shelves. "He is my life. He is the person who was there when you weren't. Give me the phone, Asher."
I reached for it, but he caught my wrist in mid-air. His grip was like a band of hot iron. He didn't pull me, but he didn't let go either. He step
