HANNAH
I reached for the straps of my backpack strapped securely across my shoulders and clutched it tightly. My gaze was fixed on the ground, scared to look at Asher’s cold yet burning eyes.
I needed an escape route. And I needed it fast.
Slowly glancing around me, I painfully realized I had two options: beg Asher or sprint. None of them seemed good, especially since he had closed the distance between us, his breath hot and fast.
Asher was faster than me, even in his sleep, so running would only end with my face slammed to the ground. That is if I managed to run.
Begging him was the most logical choice, but that meant I would be at his mercy. And without any exaggerations, the devil was more merciful than Asher Dawson.
I finally managed to look up at him. Asher's eyes seemed to g
