Asher
The moment I stepped through the doors of my private estate quarters, I slammed them shut so hard the frame rattled.
Silence followed, thick and echoing. It pressed in on me like a second skin. I stood there for a long moment, unmoving, fingers curled into fists at my sides.
He marked her. Again.
I could feel it, the wire snapping inside me, like every carefully arranged lie I’d fed myself over the past weeks had collapsed with a single, brutal truth.
He didn’t just touch her. He didn’t just want her.
He finished the bond.
And worse—she let him.
I crossed the room in three long strides and hurled the nearest glass decanter into the wall. It exploded in a starburst of amber liquid and crystal shards.
The scent of spiced whiskey burned up my nose as it dripped down the sil
