The sound of my own pulse was a deafening roar in the sudden quiet of the bedroom. On the floorboards, the black screen of my cell phone lay face down, looking completely harmless despite the poison that had just poured out of it. Asher didn't let me go. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged movements against my back, his large arms locked around my waist like iron bands. The heat radiating from his skin was suffocating, thick with a silent, murderous fury that I had never felt from him before.
He wasn't just angry; he was a man ready to tear the world apart to keep our son safe.
Slowly, his grip loosened just enough for me to turn around in his embrace. I looked up into his face. His jaw was set so tightly that the skin over his cheekbones looked strained, and his dark eyes were completely black, devoid of any light.
