I squeaked,
“Sorry,” thinking that would make him let it go and walk away. But then, he gave me this look. I don’t know how to explain it because all of a sudden, there was anger in his eyes.
He looked at me like I had wronged him, and he shot daggers at me. His eyes locked onto mine, and I swear I could feel the heat of his gaze. I was sweating all over, regretting talking to him.
I had hoped my “sorry” would make him go away, but it only made him angrier.
I knew about Asher’s anger. They called him the God of Anger. And I had unintentionally set fire to his fuse. I actually thought about running away. Silly, I know.
But then he spoke, voice cold:
“No. I want to know why you talked to me. Do I know you?”
Why did I talk to him? No Idea. The foolish decision, regretting it since ye
