Chapter 20

Carter

I marched forward, ignoring the red spots that clouded my vision. Even the lamps that hung on the walls must have caught the gist that I was furious, because the moment I approached them, the lights in them flickered out, just to come back on again the moment I had passed.

I balled my hands into fists as I trudged on. That was the very least I could do to stop myself from punching the nearest wall. If I lost my temper and did that, I knew for a fact it wouldn't sit well with my father.

Dad. I was heading towards his office, and why I hated rubbing it in people's faces when I was right, there was no way I could let this slide. Right now, he was just going to see how much of a mistake he'd made trusting Asher.

Asher.

The mere thought of him was more than enough to make my blood boil. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of him, he always found a way to get under my skin, either directly or indirectly. I guess I had only just realized it now because I had something that