The door clicked shut behind Ronan, but the air in the room was still thick, suffocating.
Asher hadn’t moved.
He stood there, breathing slow and measured, like a predator trying to keep itself from sinking its teeth in too soon. His fists were still clenched at his sides, his jaw tight, eyes dark with something unreadable—but dangerous.
I knew this silence.
I’d seen it before.
It was the kind of silence that came before everything snapped.
I straightened, pushing away from the wall, trying to act like I wasn’t rattled. Like I hadn’t just felt something ice-cold slither down my spine when Ronan had cornered me, like I hadn’t felt the sharp edge of something much worse when Asher walked in and saw us like that.
“I didn’t invite him here.” My voice came out steadier than I expected.
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