ANOTHER THING

knocked my shoulder into him to push him away. Just as I did, someone new tightly wrapped their hand around my throat and pulled me back toward him so my body was flush against his chest. After sliding his hand up to my chin and shoving it to the side, he pressed the sharp edge of a knife against my artery in my neck.

I inhaled sharply but didn’t move, for fear that if I did, the blade would slide into my flesh and kill me. My body went rigid against the masked man behind me, warmth gathering in the pit of my stomach.

All I needed was my safe word for them to stop.

Yet, still, I refused because I couldn’t stop thinking about what Tyler had told me earlier about Asher wanting to breed me so badly and how Asher had reacted when I confronted him about it. I wanted to fight them, especially Asher, with all my might. I had so much built-up anger because of him, just from these past few days.

When the man slid the knife down my throat, I pressed my thighs together and leaned back into him,