Asher’s pov.
I felt her before I see her.
Amanda.
I looked up from what might be my third bottle and watch the shewolf make her way from the entrance of my room and over to me. From the way her nose wrinkled, I could tell she’s mostly averse to the smell of alcohol and my frazzled look.
Too bad, I’d have invited her to drink with me.
“What are you doing?” That’s the first thing she asks, there’s a hint of annoyance and concern in her voice, but in my drunken haze I can’t tell which is more.
“I’m drinkin firefly,” I smirk. “Judging by the look on your face, you don’t approve.”
“I couldn’t care less about what you’re doing Asher,” her eyes rake down my bare chest, something flashes in her eyes before she looks away. “I only care when your behaviours affect me, and unfortunately right
