ASHER'S POV
I didn’t want to be here. From the moment I stepped into my father’s office, the air felt thick with cold judgment.
He sat behind a massive wooden desk, his posture stiff, eyes sharp and unwelcoming like a hawk staring at its prey.
“Sit,” he said, his voice flat and cold—as if the warmth had long left him.
I sat down slowly, muscles tense, already bracing for what was coming. I knew my dad wasn’t here for a friendly chat.
“I’ve heard things,” he started. His voice was low but heavy with disappointment. “About you.”
I kept my mouth shut, waiting for him to say more.
“About how you almost beat up Kade,” he spat the name like it was poison.
I clenched my jaw but didn’t respond. I knew this wasn’t going to be a conversation.
Suddenly, his hand was across my face, a sharp
