Chapter 152
DEMI
His stare is as daunting as a fist. He looks from Cree to me, a suspicious glint in his eyes.
"Cree?"
"Hi." Cree replies with a fake smile, unsure which brother she was talking to. "Fancy meeting you here, Ash..." She trails off.
He intentionally fails to complete her words but pins me with an uncertain look. Ice rakes up my arms as his bluish pupils fixate on me. Uncomfortable with being between us, Cree bobs her head. "I was just on my way out."
But when she tries to circle past him, his arm shoots out and clamps her thin wrist like a vice without breaking eye contact with me.
"Wait five minutes for me downstairs, Cree. I’ll drop you off after Demi and I are done talking. I won’t be long." Now he tears his eyes from mine and smiles warmly at her. "I’m glad I ran into you here. Got a few things to get off my chest." Cree peels her wrist free, nods before heading down. Now, he turns to me.
I can tell from his hooded eyes that he suspects my every move. Cree being here of all places must have been shocking to him seeing as I barely ever related with the woman who brandished a gun at Ashal months back.
I want to insist that it’s not what he thinks and that I am not conspiring with Cree but something tells me that lame explanation won’t fly, not with the disappointment and disdain simmering in his eyes.
"What was she doing here?" He asks flatly, lounging by the door.
"Why don’t you ask her on your way back to Danvarr?" I cross my arms over my chest. "I’m more interested in what you’re doing here. I never gave this address. Did Ashley tell you after my uncle called him? Even if he did, what do you want from me, Asher? If you’re here to beg..."