After he left, Asher turned around, giving her a deadly vibe. Elara hoped and prayed he wouldn’t harass her like before.
“What’s with the dead stare?” he asked with a scoff. “Do you think that’s gonna help you in this situation?”
“I’m not staring at you,” she said, trying to play her cards right. Maybe she could convince him to let her go.
“Then what the hell are you doing?” he asked, approaching her. Each step sent fear through her. The room felt colder with every step he took, the air thick with an unspoken threat. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound almost deafening in the silence. She could see the malice in his eyes, and each second felt like an eternity. Was he planning to do that to her again? “I can’t believe I’ve actually turned into a kidnapper.” He dug his hand into his
