Chapter Eight
“Where are you going?”
Kira stopped, her hand on the front door. Asher had some preternatural sense about her whereabouts, it seemed. She’d waited for him to head out to the gym to spar with Gabriel, watched him change and start to work through a round of sword play.
And yet, here he was, right on her heels. Once, she’d pined for him, wondered where he might be, what he might be doing. Now she couldn’t shake him if she wanted to, even for such a private personal errand.
“I need to go out,” she said, unable to summon the strength to look at him, much less fight with him. Things were so fragile between them since they’d finally had s*x a few days before, and Asher seemed unable to let her out of his sight. So be it.
“I’m coming with you,” he said.
“Fine.” Kira headed out
