HOPE
"I'm sure you're not trying to start a fight with me, Josie, because that would be pretty stupid—even for you," Asher says, gripping her hands painfully.
Her cheeks flame, but she finally stalks off, turning on her heel so her gown flares to show off her long, tanned legs. I don't think they're that great, personally, and the rest of her is fucking disgusting.
Her looks can't compensate for the shitty personality. Asher turns around, his face as solemn and moody as it usually is, but I have another mate to deal with right now.
"Hope, this is—" Kaleb starts, but I rip my arm out of his grip so viciously that he takes a step away from me as I tear into him. "You are such a spineless asshole, and if you lay a hand on me again, I will break it. Got it?"
His eyes flick over to Asher, and whatever he sees in his face shuts him down fast, cursing under his breath.
