RACHEL'S pov.
Duncan and Asher continued glaring daggers at each other, they're both ready to get down on each other's throats.
The anger, or should I say hatred emitting off them can cut through skins, and Duncan wouldn't stop growling as though he's an animal.
"Go inside, and put on some proper damn clothes!" Duncan gritted out slowly, without taking his dark and anger hooded eyes off Asher.
I nodded obediently, and took a few steps back to go get changed, but Asher grabbed my right arm and stopped me from moving an inch, then he stepped in front of me protectively, and puffed out his chest as if to intimidate Duncan.
But he was only just making a fool out of himself, because Duncan doesn't look the least intimated.
"And what if I say she looks good in what she's wearing?" he asked challengingly, like he's ready to have a dual with Duncan.
Asher, Asher, you don't know who you're messing with.
