Ashford rests his hands on the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against my back, and leans forward. I don’t know what caused it, but now I‘m certain that the rage I felt had been real because I feel it hang heavier in the air around me.
When he finally speaks, his voice is cold, restrained fury, and death incarnate. “As satisfying as it would surely be to watch her put you in your place and as much as you f*****g need it, I’m going to remind you one last time to tread carefully. The party that night will seem like nothing if you remain to be inclined to letting it slip from your mind.” She cringes as fear shines in her eyes, and I can’t help but wonder what he did. “I do not fall into the category of things you always get just because you want them. You’re the most superficial, sh
