Asher drugged?
That would explain the way his eyes couldn’t seem to hold focus, and why he could barely stand on his own. He didn’t just look weaker, he was weak. I doubted he could even throw a punch like this.
Had something been in the water? Was that why he had smacked the bottle out of my hands? Or at least, that was maybe what he suspected.
Regardless, he couldn’t fight like this. He’d end up getting hurt – or worse.
“Asher,” I said, trying to prepare myself. Yet despite how firmly I tried to steady myself, I could still feel my heart shattering into pieces in my chest. “You have to back out of the fight.”
Finally, Asher’s eyes found focus, directly on me. Through gritted teeth, he said, “No.”
In a show of defiance, he pushed himself away from the wall, but he wobbled on his fee
