ASHER’S POV
I have never felt so tipped off and enraged like I am now. I saw fear evident in the house workers faces as I stormed into my room, shutting it with a loud bang that almost shook the foundation of the whole house.
Fuck! I don't care if it collapses, at least he gets to die one way or the other, even if I have to die along with him.
I paced around my room in anger, fierce heat pulling up my chest at the memory of Quincy holding her too close to him, clamping his hands around her, with the same devious grin he had when he found a new prey, dancing around his lips.
Quincy is and would always be a playboy. He had lots of escape chicks back at the palace and had his way with any being in skirts. I turned a blind eye to that, I mean, it wasn't affecting me, so why should I react
