“Wait.” The Vice President openly glared at me and the marks on my neck. “This was a misunderstanding. Let them go.”
“Sir?” said the secretary.
“I said, let them go,” he said again, more forcefully.
The secretary wilted in on herself. The security guards stood still, confused.
Chase tugged at my arm. “Come on, Asher.” He waved toward the door.
Asher waited for Chase and I to leave the room, before he turned and followed us.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Chase said and led us to the stairs. Before we reached them, Asher pulled me up into a bridal carry.
“Asher?”
When he looked at me, I could see his wolf struggling just beneath the surface. I touched his face.
“I’m okay,” I said.
He nodded. “You shouldn’t overexert yourself.”
I could probably safely descend two flights of sta
