The question hangs in the air between us, heavy as the humidity in the small storage room. “How would you like to break him, Nadra?”

My back presses against the metal shelving. The edge bites into my spine, grounding me as Drake's words settle into my chest like stones dropped into still water. Break Asher. The thought should feel foreign, vicious, something that doesn't fit in the shape of who I've been for two years. But instead, my fingers curl against the rough fabric of Drake's jacket, and I'm not sure if I'm pushing him away or pulling him closer.

"I don't.." My voice cracks. I swallow, tasting the copper...