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"Who do you want dead?" Serena demanded in an icy tone. Asher averted his gaze from her, a small frown indented between his brows.

"It's nothing," he answered, clearly reluctant to divulge the name. Serena marched over to where he was standing and stopped just a step short. Her eyes were hard and disapproving. She already knew who he was talking about.

"You were talking about Shanice," she stated. Asher ground his jaw, annoyance pricked at him. Why the hell was she giving him a dead glare because of that bitch?

"Yes. I was talking about Shanice," his voice was steely and sure as he finally confirmed her doubts. Serena regarded him with a reproachful glare.

"How many people have you murdered before?" she asked, voice filled with disdain. Asher had the audacity to appear offended by her question. His eyes narrowed into slits in objection.

"I've never killed anyone," he shot back.

"But soon you are going to," she retorted, her tone acid.

"I am just looking out for our child. What