"I'll have one of the men here bring you to the Temple. Until then, stay here." I told Asher.
I lifted the weight of my Dragon's Presence from him, watching as he greedily inhaled the now-lighter air. His chest heaved, but his gaze remained fixed on me, defiant yet betraying something else—hesitation, or perhaps a primal unease he couldn't fully suppress.
"Why are you going against the Temple? Even if you are strong, you won't be able to do much," Asher said, his voice steady, but his body betrayed him—his fists clenched tightly, his shoulders tense, and his eyes darting ever so slightly toward the exit as though calculating his chances of escape.
I smirked. "Humans don't really understand unless they see the whole picture, do they?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice lowering, but there was a slight edge to it—a subconscious recognition of the predator in front of him.
