Cleo
I looked at Asher. The smug look on his face was the same smug look I had come to hate with a passion over the past two years.
“Why are you here? Did you just come to gloat?” I asked him.
“What? No! No! I came here to help you,” he said, looking surprised by what I had said.
“Asher, when you are trying to help someone, it is more believable when you aren’t looking so smug about the situation,” I told him.
“Look, I know you probably don’t need my help…” he said.
“You’re right. I don’t,” I confirmed, cutting him off mid sentence.
“But, when your father got notified of the deaths of your brother and his mate, he was not happy about it. He made it clear to my father that he is going to kill you. My father reminded him that you are no longer part of the Blue Thunder pack and as suc
