At my doorstep.

EVANGELINE.

What the hell!? A gasp escaped my throat, followed by the overwhelming feeling of fear and how it slipped its claws into my chest and grabbed me, rendering me helpless before him.

I fought to move or at least say something, but the words remained stuck in my throat. Asher looked at me like he knew I needed time to register his presence at my doorstep. How did he even find me?

Did he think I was going to run away without compensating him? That must be why he'd come all the way here. I titled my head and looked down the hallway, frantic and desperate to find the police or, worse, patiently waiting to drag me off in handcuffs.

"Are you going to…say something?" He quizzed, his orbs boring into mine.

"Eva? Is there a problem?" I heard Harper call out. It took me a few seconds to register that I had to provide a response.

I cleared my throat, "No, N- no, it's nothing I can't handle. I'd…be here for a while," I said in a rush. With immediacy, I stepped out and closed the door b