[Xanthea]
“She is not our pet or a toy. She is our bride.”
I lifted my bleary gaze at Asher. Silent tears trailed down my eyes as I contemplated him.
Something warm fluttered through the cold anxiety in my chest.
He looked at me, and I quickly lowered my gaze, feeling my cheeks flush up.
He squatted in front of me. The pounding in my chest grew louder and wilder. My body screamed for him to hold me and hide me somewhere far away from the others.
He lifted my chin and wiped off my tears. He wrapped his arms around me. He didn’t have to pull me in; I immediately crawled into his embrace, locking myself in his safety.
Ever since our first encounter at the altar, his presence invoked an unexplainable sense of security.
He effortlessly lifted me in his arms. Holding my gaze, he place
