Asher’s POV
“Get away from me,” Zara snapped, shoving Michael back with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.
“Easy, I was just trying to help,” he said, voice laced with amusement, like he didn’t take her seriously.
“Get out,” she repeated, irritation dripping from every word. Her scowl deepened. “Get out before I drop the thunder on you.”
Michael quickly backed up, ending up beside me.
“You heard that, Asher?” he said with a nervous laugh. “She’s gonna drop the thunder on me.” He was trying to keep it playful, but I caught the slight tremor in his voice. He was rattled, whether he admitted it or not. I liked that she had him on edge.
“Asher,” Zara said, turning her glare on me now. “I know he’s your friend, but that doesn’t change what I’ll do to him if he doesn’t leave my hou
