I knew this was coming.
I should have expected it.
But knowing and facing it were two very different things.
Asher stood in front of me, every muscle in his body coiled tight with fury. His breathing was sharp, controlled—just barely. The door rattled behind him from the force he’d used to slam it shut.
His golden eyes burned into me. “You.”
I refused to flinch. Refused to let him see even an ounce of hesitation.
So I lifted my chin and met his glare with ice in my veins. “Me.”
His jaw clenched so hard I thought it might snap. “You’ve been talking to him.”
Ronan.
He didn’t have to say the name for me to know exactly who he meant.
I crossed my arms over my chest, my voice deliberately indifferent. “So what if I have?”
His nostrils flared. A muscle ticked in his jaw. Good. I wante
