I’d seen the change in her, that devilish spark in her eyes, especially when she’d locked gazes with Asher.
He brought out something in her.
Something darker, wicked.
And I wanted to see it, I wanted to experience all sides of her.
The one I’d missed—actually, been kept from—the night she’d taken on Jonah.
Because Asher had recognized, before I even had, that I’d started to care for Aurora. Even just a little, which was all it had been at that time, was a lot for me, and he damn well knew it. And that night there’d been a chance that during her encounter with Jonah, she could’ve gotten ripped apart by him. His orders had been to push her. If she hadn’t risen to it and pushed back, it would’ve gone a whole more painful way for her.
But, fortunately, she hadn’t just brought it, she’d given him a run for his money and exceeded even Asher’s expectations.