Amelia’s POV

“Don't I?”

The second his voice came again, the hairs behind my neck stood up.

My fingers tightened around the tray, my knuckles whitening as Asher rose slowly from his seat.

Oh no, no, no..

This was bad!

He didn’t break eye contact with me from the moment he stood, he didn’t even blink as he stepped closer.

Each footstep of his sounded like it was right against my spine.

He took a few slow and measured steps, one at a time.

Till he stopped just inches from me, he ...