Cleo
The moment Asher disappeared through the door, I finally let myself breathe.
Or at least, I tried to.
My hands were shaking.
My throat still burned where his fingers had been, and every breath sent a sharp reminder through my already bruised ribs.
I stared at the closed door for several seconds.
That bastard.
Who the hell did he think he was?
I climbed down from the table, my legs unsteady beneath me.
I needed to get out of here.
I needed air.
I needed somewhere Asher wasn’t.
I hurried from the room, making my way through the deserted hallway. The school was eerily quiet now that everyone had returned to class.
I pushed through the front doors and stepped outside.
The fresh air hit my face.
For one glorious second, I considered just walking away.
Going home.
Getting a
