Asher

What is she thinking, lying there naked in my bed? My body reacts instantly, a twitch in my pants, but I’m not ready to give in to the temptation.

Instead, I head down to the wine cellar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I put it down in one swift gulp, the burn sears my throat and chest, but I don't care. It’s a welcome distraction from the storm inside me.

The hate in Alethea’s eyes bruises me deeper than I ever imagined. And who the hell is Declan? She moved on so damn fast. It only confirms she wasn’t lying when she mentioned missing her boyfriend during...