Alethea

I look around the room, and then I see him.

Asher.

His piercing green eyes cut through the crowd like a blade, locking onto me with such intensity that it sends a shiver down my spine. His gaze is changing color, darkening, flickering between green and something more dangerous. Something wild. I shift on one foot, suddenly uneasy. I can't make out all his features from here, but I don't need to. I can feel his fury from across the room.

Trent follows my line of sight. His posture stiffens the moment he sees Asher walking toward us.

Asher's stride is purposeful, powerful-like a predator closing in on his...