Asher lowered his gaze, his amber-gold eyes lingering on my neck where the mark was throbbing. I felt a bucket of ice-cold water pour down my spine, yet at the same time, I was burning alive. He was literally breaking my internal thermometer with just a look!
Then he met my eyes again, looking so deep it felt like he was X-raying my soul and thinking, "Hmm, a bit of visionless residue here, let's clean that up." He gave a slight wink and dropped his voice to a frequency tuned directly to my heart:
"Nice to meet you, Madison. If you ever need anything... like some help or a 'savior,' I'm right next door. Don't be shy. I even have rat poison, for the pests."
Pests?
Was he talking about Tyler?
He literally just treated Tyler like a cockroach! Before I could formulate a stupid response like "Oh thanks, I have slippers for the bugs too," that voice rose from inside—the romance killer, the vision-deprived cry of the century!
