A blizzard waged in the depths of Asher’s eyes. His upper lip curled with his snarling.
He looked absolutely feral with anger, and all of it was directed at Joseph.
“Asher,” I said, stepping in the way of his prey. Because that was what Joseph was to Asher now, if I didn’t intervene.
Asher’s cold gaze focused on me and marginally softened.
“Come, Cynthia,” he said, his voice deep and rough, animalistic, like he might shift into a wolf form at any moment.
I wasn’t afraid, though. Asher would never hurt me.
So I stepped toward him.
“Now, wait a minute,” Joseph said from behind me. “Cynthia is my date.”
Asher froze over once more, returning his attention to Joseph. “You stole a kiss from her. You did not have permission.”
“I wasn’t aware I needed your permission,” Joseph snapped. Tho
