I should have listened.
I should have done exactly what Asher told me—stayed away from Ronan, ignored whatever game he was trying to play.
But when had I ever done what Asher wanted?
And more than that, something dark, electric hummed beneath the surface whenever Ronan looked at me. Something I didn’t understand. Something I didn’t trust.
But I wasn’t scared.
Not of him.
Not of Asher.
And definitely not of whatever the hell was happening between the two of them.
1. A Warning
Asher found me that night.
I wasn’t surprised.
I was standing outside the bar, the cool night air doing nothing to chase away the heat still simmering beneath my skin after that run-in with Ronan.
I barely had time to process the sound of footsteps before Asher was there, pressing me against the wall, cagin
