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I ignore him and focus on Jason’s kind expression.
“Well, what are you doin’?” Elizabeth ushers him. “Help me get Miss Reina upstairs.”
He moves, but Asher steps in front of him. “I’ll do it.”
I lift a hand. “I want Jason to do it.”
Asher freezes, and although I can’t see his eyes, the tightening of his jaw is enough to relay his displeasure.
Screw him.
He obviously doesn’t care about me. He made it clear he wants to harm me. If he thinks I’ll just sit here and watch, he has another thing coming.
Owen elbows Sebastian, and the latter remains frozen in place.
Bree laughs in a long, squeaky shrill. “Let the help do it, Asher. It’s not worth your time.”
“Yes.” Elizabeth laughs, and it’s obvious she’s trying to make up for the awkward tension in the air. “Jason can do it.”
“He’s not the help,” I hiss at Bree. “When you’re at my house, you respect everyone in it.”
Silence fills the hall. Everyone watches me closely, as if I’ve grown two heads. What? Isn’t that the right thing to say?
Bree releases an awkward laugh before she whispers, “Come on, Rei. You call him the help yourself.”
I…I do?
My fingers turn clammy as my hands strangle each other. No. She’s lying. I’m not snobbish or cruel enough to call him that.
“I’m fine to do it.” Jason advances forward.
Asher blocks his way. They’re similar build-wise, but Asher is taller so he blocks Jason’s expression.
He yanks me from my chair so fast, pain explodes all over my limbs.
My arms go around his neck for balance as my body fits into his arms easily. An unwelcome shiver dances down my spine. “Ever heard of being gentle?”
“Do you deserve gentle?” His hot breath forms goosebumps on the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Monster?”
“Put me down,” I hiss.
“Only if it’s to throw you in hell, but it’s too early for that.”
I try to escape his brutal hold. One of his arms is around my midsection like a vise, and the other squeezes the bruise on my thigh.
Oh, God. That hurts like a bitch.
“Stay. Fucking. Still.” He enunciates every word with a cold edge.
And then he ignores everyone and takes me up the stairs.
“Let me go!” I hit his chest; it’s hard and stone-like. All I manage to do is hurt my fist.
His wide strides cut through the long hallway. Stainless marble and crystal chandeliers decorate the ceiling above us.
After a few moments of useless struggle, I realize I’ll only hurt myself. I huff and opt to choose my battles.
Still, I glare at Asher, letting him know my opinion of what he’s doing. Since he’s wearing the damned sunglasses, I don’t get to see his expression.
