Chapter 90: It gets dangerous
"I will come with you," Tracy said as they reached the building entrance, but Asher didn’t want that. He had already calculated everything, even predicting what might happen inside. From the moment he had seen Natalia’s expression, he had realized that he was careless, and doing that he was slowly losing any chance of control and influence he might have built over her the first day they met.
Those dark eyes—it was just like Emilia’s. He knew those eyes anywhere, he had seen them on Tracy as well. Those dark obsessive eyes of a lunatic who felt like they were about to lose what they considered theirs... eyes that was a bold red flag from miles away. He knew from that moment that if he didn’t quickly do something about her, the chances of this spiraling into something dangerous and uncontrollable was bound to happen. So he decided to do something he would never do on a normal day... throw himself into the lion’s den.
"No... just wait here, I’ll only take a moment," he said with a smile, then patted her head before pushing the wheelchair. Though Natalia had remained silent all this while, he was pretty sure she was well aware of what was happening, and clearly seeing what he was doing with Tracy which would furthermore trigger Natalia. But he didn’t mind that. In fact, he wanted that.
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They reached her door, and she looked at him expectantly. "Do you have a moment?" she asked, to which he nodded.
"Yeah, sure," he said.
She shook her head. "No... can we talk inside?"
He frowned, though he had expected this. It was well within his calculations. However, his plan was that the moment he walked into that room, he would avoid further contact with her. Why? Well, there was still her ability to control a person, which he still didn’t understand. So he expected that her ability at, least needed for her to touch the target to work. That was the logic behind avoiding contact the moment he went in there.
"Please?" she pleaded, looking quite vulnerable. Although he gave an expression of deep contemplation outside, as though he was being swayed by her pitiful state, he wasn’t in the slightest when it came to his thoughts. ’Something doesn’t feel right,’ he thought, feeling as though there was something he was overlooking.