I excused myself to the bathroom; my legs wobbling on the cool tiled hallway, the doors clicking a temporary seal on the chaos.
The mirror showed a stranger, my lips bee-stung from biting them and my cheeks were flushed like I'd run a marathon… god my eyes were dilated and wild. I splashed water on my face, the cold shock doing nothing for the fire flowing in my belly.
I heard people’s voices outside and then, with a click, the door creaked opened. I looked towards the sound and saw him.
Asher!
Without a word, he locked the door with a decisive snick, his chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon.
For a heartbeat, we stared at each other like a predator and prey, or maybe both the same.
Guilt surged within me: ‘Run, Poppy. End this.’ But the wild one overrode: ‘End what exactly? It
