Asher's gaze sharpened, narrowing in on Cecilia. He could have dealt with her differently—blackmail would be easy, bending her to his will like a pawn.
But that would only confirm to her that he was no better than her power-hungry husband.
And unlike Rachel, who he could take his time manipulating, he didn't have the luxury of time or patience with Cecilia. She was also not really a pushover, and he might lose it all if he tried to push her too much.
So, with a slight edge to his voice, he asked, "Are you sure you want me to show you who I really am? What if you can't handle the truth?"
Cecilia's heartbeat quickened, but she pressed her lips together in defiance. "I am the only one who can decide that. I can handle it. You shouldn't underestimate me."
A chuckle escaped Asher, but his amusement quickly vanished as his eyes darkened. Without a word, he seized her wrist. "Follow me," he commanded.
