Chapter 23

Instantly, I kicked sanity into my system and jerked away from the drunkard grasp just in time for Asher's fist to collide against his cheek. He didn't stop there, he sent another one to his stomach. Asher was fuming with rage. He was about to pounce on the man again, but Wren pulled him back and Stefan appeared from his table that was at a distance. He grabbed Asher, whispering to him. Whatever he was saying seemed to be calming him down. The drunk had staggered to his feet, it was damned obvious he was running on the alcohol in his system, he looked Asher's way ready to fight. But Wren grabbed him, dragging him out of the bar.

I remained motionless, utterly speechless. I wasn't sure exactly what to say, my blue eyes on Asher whose emerald stones found mine. He held my stare briefly, before Julia cupped his arms, sauntering away to Lyra's table.

"Ci? Cirilla!" I broke my stare from Asher and found Stefan's concerned eyes on me. "Are you alright?"

I composed myself