"You're insane! Let me go, Asher!" Violet struggled fiercely against him, her frustration boiling over. But her struggles were futile because Asher's grip was like iron, firm and unyielding.
"You brought this upon yourself," Asher replied calmly, his voice devoid of malice but filled with that maddening air of authority he wielded so effortlessly. "Every action has consequences. Blame yourself for this one, little purple."
"Stop this now! Have you entirely lost it, you psycho?" Violet growled, wriggling furiously in an attempt to break free.
Asher leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Psycho? Maybe. But what does that make you when you deliberately disobey my orders? When you try to leave me behind? We're supposed to be a team, who does that?"
Her skin prickled as his words sank in. Surely, he wasn't serious. He couldn't be. Did he genuinely believe she was bound to him?
