Chapter

Twenty-Five

Asher

“And then he got all snarly and possessive about it, trying to mark me. And being all ‘You know you want me, Asher.’”

Maeve flicked her gaze to me through the mirror as she finished applying her massive batwing eyeliner. Somehow that woman made it look amazing, but I knew if I tried, I’d look like Harley Quinn got left out in the rain.

“Wait a minute, you’re saying he tried to force a mate mark on you?” Her eyes flashed with violet sparks of power. “I’ll kill him.”

Her threat of violence on my behalf made me feel oddly squishy inside. Though, in this case, her...