Asher
"You ruin everything! You f*cking ruin everything!" I roared, tightening my grip around his neck.
Azazel choked, clawing at my arms, but my blood was boiling. Seeing Nyx run away from me, terrified, had nearly pushed me over the edge.
"Asher! What are you doing?! Unhand me!" he shouted, his voice hoarse.
He was back to himself now. I could tell. But the fury still burned hot inside me. I held on a moment longer, just long enough for him to feel it—my rage—before I finally let go.
He stumbled to his feet, coughing, his face twisted in disbelief. "You almost killed me! What the hell were you thinking?" He shoved me hard in the chest.
"I don’t have time for this!" I barked. "You’ve lost your mind, Azazel! Clean yourself up—and make sure that the maid survives!"
And then I turned
