Chapter

Fifty Five

Devon

“Open this fucking door, Asher.”

Was it the most respectful way to get her attention? No. But I was desperate. She was in pain. She needed me. I hammered on the door hard enough the walls rattled. When I heard a soft moan from inside, I lost it. Shoulder braced, I barreled into the wood, splintering the frame and sending the door crashing inward.

“What the fuck, Devon?” Maeve screeched, her hands flying up to cover her bare tits.

“Put those things away, witch. What the hell do you think you’re doing? Asher is my mate, and no one else should be servicing her. Least of...