Talia’s Point of View
His teeth gritted together as he stared back at me, a part of him looking angry, but in another light some might say he looked nervous. I snapped out of my haze, realizing he was still waiting for answer to his question.
I forced myself to swallow the lump in my throat, my eyes focusing on the wall behind him in a desperate attempt to not meet his intense gaze. “I’m going out,” I stated bluntly, and any curiosity on Asher’s face was quickly replaced with annoyance.
“I see that,” he snapped, but as I reached for my shoes he seemed to correct himself. He took a few steps closer and I almost found myself stumbling back away from him. “Where are you going?” He asked again. I tugged on my shoes one by one, refusing to answer him.
I stood up, straightening myself out
