Ivy’s POV

“Asher, stop!” I hissed, tugging against his grip as he pulled me down the hallway. His hand was firm around my wrist, his stride fast.

He didn’t even look back at me. “Not a chance.”

“You’re overreacting!” I said, trying again to wrench free, but his hold was unyielding.

“I’m not overreacting,” he said through clenched teeth. “You don’t see what I see, Ivy.”

I stumbled as he stopped abruptly at the door to our bedroom, his free hand twisting the knob. Before I could say another word, he pushed the door open and dragged me inside.

“Asher, let me go!” I said, my voice sharp, but he...