Avery’s POV
The silver made my wolf snarl and recoil. Or maybe that was just the coldness of the ring settling around my finger like an icy dagger pressed to my skin. For a moment, I almost wished he had cut my finger off instead.
“Let go of her,” Asher said, gesturing to his guard. The guard lifted his boot off my back, and Asher extended his hands to me. “Let me help you up.”
I ignored the offer and stood, dusting myself off. My mind raced. If I rejected the proposal, I wasn’t sure what Asher might do. Probably take what he wanted anyway and make it a lot more miserable for me.
And for my baby.
But if I played along… then maybe I could find a way out of this. I just needed to bide my time until the right moment. Someone was sure to come for me. Gideon would find me if I could escape
