“Help him,” I tell Eagle.
When he doesn’t let me go, I claw at his arms, attempting to get to Asher by any means possible.
“Fuck, Aspen. Stop,” Eagle hisses.
“No.Help him,” I growl at him.
“He doesn’t need it. Look. Watch. He doesn’t need help,” he tells me.
I look back again.
Asher is getting hit, but I see what Eagle sees now. Each hit he takes so that he can land one of his own.
I wince as Adlet lands another blow, but Asher punches him in the side. Audibly, there is a crack.
I gasp.
Adlet stumbles a little, but comes back up swinging, angrier this time.
Fear like I have never known fills me as he charges Asher, taking him to the ground. I tense, attempting to break Eagle’s hold once more, but Asher flips Adlet onto his back before he starts raining punches down on him.
It’s savage.
He doesn’t stop, even as blood starts to fly from his fists. He is like an animal tearing into his prey until there is nothing left.
He is going to kill him. I have no doubt in my head that if he keeps going the way he is, Adlet will be dead.
Asher used to be a cop. He has a moral compass. I can’t let him do this. What if he hates himself? I will lose him.
I need to stop him. Not for Adlet, but for his own soul.
“Asher,” I whisper, my heart in my throat.
He doesn’t hear me.
“Asher,” I call louder.
He still doesn’t respond.
“Asher,”I cry out.
He pauses, turning to look at me over his shoulder.
What I see reflected in his eyes is primal. He looks vicious as he stares at me. He is begging me to understand. He is doing this because he needs to. He might regret it later, but in this moment, this is what he needs to fulfill the instinct inside of him telling him that he needs to eliminate the threat.
He needs to protect what is his.
Me.
He needs to protect me.
I push my lips together as I give him one small nod.
He gives me a wicked smile as he turns and finishes the job he started.
I will never have to wonder if Adlet is out there waiting to hurt me.
There won’t be any part of him left.
