Asher stood still, frozen, as seconds ticked by before he turned towards me. He looked at me, and I could see the anger, the fury, the fire burning hot in his eyes, and it made me scared.
I took a step back, and that little movement seemed to be the thing that broke him from his trance because before I could blink an eye, he was already there—right there in front of m
As he looked at me, I tried avoiding eye contact. His gaze was too piercing, too intense, and it made me too scared, so I looked down.
But he gritted out angrily, commanding, “Look at me.”
I raised my head up, forcing myself to meet his gaze.
“Look. At. Me.” He gritted out each syllable, his voice sharp. Then, he asked me, “What did you say?”
I shook my head. I was afraid to speak out, afraid to repeat the words that h
