ASHER’S POV.
Ember Wellesley, the woman you are. Every inch of you is beautiful. I've never felt this way for anyone. Watching you groan restlessly in your sleep makes my heart boil with venom. I hate watching you drift in and out of sleep. I wish I could take away all of the pains and make them mine.
Now, I wish I had killed them all, those bastards should thank their gods. I didn't want you to see me as a monster. That’s the only reason I let them go off that easily. And besides there are too many bodies dropping in Raven’s Peak already.
“Ugh! Asher?” Ember says faintly. As she finally peels her eyes open.
“I’m here Kitten, you’re okay” I say sitting beside her and stroking her hair.
“Where am I?” She asks, wearing a worrisome look on her face.
“The big house, my house” I answered
