I knew I had pushed him too far.
I could see it in his eyes—the storm brewing behind them, the sharp edge of something dangerous, something unforgiving.
Asher had always been volatile.
But this?
This was different.
This wasn’t just anger.
This was something else entirely.
I barely had time to react before he moved.
One second, he was standing by the door, still as stone. The next, he was in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off his skin, close enough that my breath caught in my throat.
He wasn’t touching me.
But I could feel him.
Every part of me was screaming to move, to run, but I didn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Because I had started this war.
And I sure as hell wasn’t backing down now.
I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze head-on. “What’s wrong, Asher?” I
