Theirs To Possess And Ruin
Nausea roared up from my core and my stomach clenched hard.
I coughed once wet, ragged and dark blood sprayed from my lips, thick and black, splattering Asher's hand and the floor.
He froze, blade still buried in me.
The room went dead silent except for my choking coughs. More blood came up, bitter and wrong, coating my tongue.
Ryker's feral grin vanished. "What the fuck..."
Kane shoved forward. "Asher, stop! Back off!"
Dante's red eyes widened, alarm cracking his fury for the first time. "Asher...pull out. Now!"