Asher
Ragnar rushed through the forest, swift and unpredictable, like lightning racing to strike its mark. He was eager to beat Nyx in their second challenge.
My heart raced with excitement. Finally, I had found a way to break through her fear of me. The thrill of it was more than I had imagined.
It had been far too long since I had stained my hands with another’s blood. That was Azazel’s thing—he reveled in it, while I held back. But that night, I lost control, all because of the weak attempts at punishment the maids tried to impose on Nyx. Cowards playing at power.
No one touches what’s mine!
Something about her had unraveled me since I looked into those silver-grey eyes, I’ve been drowning in them. There’s a pull I can’t fight when she’s near, and the Goddess helps me—I don’t want
