"I regret ever crossing paths with you, Moira." Asher's voice was no longer calm.
It was cold sharp and heavy. Filled with years of buried disappointment.
"I endured you again and again because of Shay," he continued, his dark eyes fixed on her with restrained fury. "But you keep crossing the line."
The dining room instantly fell silent.
Even the servants lowered their heads, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Then suddenly, Asher pushed his chair back with a harsh screech and stood up.The oppressive aura around him made Moira's heart jolt unexpectedly.
Without another word, he strode toward the door.
But just before leaving, he paused. One hand rested against the doorknob as he slowly looked back over his shoulder. The look in his eyes made Moira's blood run cold.
"Watch your mouth carefully," he said darkly. "The next time you insult me…"
A dangerous pause followed.
"You will be thrown out of this mansion."
His gaze sharpened.
"And you will never see Shay again."
Bang!
