#Chapter 48: What You Deserve

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. Though, when I glanced back at him, I saw that his hands were shaking. His bravery was a façade. “You needed hers.” Joseph laughed. “And I suppose you had her permission when you kissed on the Ferris W