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Asher barely had time to process the sting before the sharp sound of the slap had fully registered. His head snapped to the side, his jaw aching from the force of it. Gasps echoed through the bathhouse, but he didn't care. Because fuck, she had kissed him back. Not just kissed him—she had...

Asher blinked, watching her storm away, her golden eyes ablaze with something dark and dangerous. He felt it. Felt her rage, her hurt, her insecurity through the bond that pulsed between them. And fuck—it both hurt and ignited something deep inside him. She was jealous. Over him. It was...

Asher had felt her eyes on him before he even turned. He hadn't needed to look to know that she was watching. That her gaze had lingered. That she had seen him in all his glory. And gods, it was fucking delightful. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, dimpling his cheek as he...

Asher’s brow furrowed slightly, his confusion flickering across his face. "Me…" he started, then exhaled, shaking his head. "Well, both of us. If we go there, I won’t be letting you out of my sight." His voice was quieter now, weightier, though there was no masking the edge of bitterness as he...

Asher let out a slow, weary breath, his head tilting back against the stone edge of the bath. The heat soaked into his skin, easing the tension in his muscles, but it did little to touch the ache curling inside his chest. He let his eyes close, not because he was at ease, but because looking at...

Asher stilled the second her fingers wrapped around his wrist, the warmth of her touch burning through his skin like a brand. Don’t. His breath hitched. His pulse hammering in response to her. He had been ready—forcing himself to be ready—to leave if that’s what she needed. But his assumption...

Asher had been doing an admirable job of keeping his thoughts in check. Of keeping his eyes exactly where they should be. But he wasn’t blind. He was well aware of the way the steam curled around her, clinging to damp skin. Of the way the candlelight flickered over her bare shoulders and that...

Asher huffed a quiet laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. He still hadn't opened his eyes, resting his head back against the stone edge of the pool. If she hadn’t known better, she might’ve thought he had actually fallen asleep. "High praise," he murmured, his voice as lazy as his...

Asher scoffed, casting her a dry look. “Rich, coming from you.” He sniffed exaggeratedly in her direction and made a face. But his amusement faded when she argued his suggestion of two rooms. He expected some pushback, but the way she rolled her eyes and laughed had his jaw tightening, his...

Asher’s breath left him in a sharp exhale, his body shaking with the effort it took to keep from slamming his fist into Fionn’s smug face. His brother always did love to twist the knife, to find the cracks in his composure and pry them open just to watch him bleed. But this wasn’t about Asher...

Asher didn't move as her fingertips traced the runes etched into his skin, but he felt them like a brand. A soft, featherlight touch, yet it burned with her light. His mouth went dry as he watched her study them, her expression unreadable. He had always shoved away any questions he'd had about...

Asher exhaled, long and slow, as she chose to remain. It was inevitable, really. He had known she wouldn’t walk away, but it didn’t ease the gnawing concern in his gut. He needed control. This power wasn’t his, wasn’t meant for him, and every day it settled deeper into his bones, threading...

Asher’s patience was razor-thin, fraying with every smug word that dripped from Fionn’s mouth. His body was taut with barely restrained fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He did not have time for his brother’s games. So when Fionn turned his back on him, as if this was all some...

Asher sat up, running a hand through his hair with a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "I think we both know that I was enjoying that, thank you," he growled, his voice rough with both restraint and reluctant amusement. He stretched out his arms before resting his elbows on his knees, watching her...

Asher's mind snapped into focus the moment her lips brushed against his jaw. The soft warmth of them sent an electric jolt through him, his body tensing as he instinctively tightened his hold on her. The playful, teasing note in her voice hit him like a spark to dry tinder, setting everything...