Chapter 11

Claire.

I drifted in and out of consciousness, as I found it difficult to keep my eyes open. I let out a slight moan as I shifted in the lush leather of the car seat. For some reason, I cling onto Asher's hand like my life depended on it. His scent wafted into my nose and rivaled the intoxicating alcohol coursing through my blood. I snuggled closer to him—his warmth and tender touches were something I hadn't experienced in a long while—I didn't even experience it with my ex-husband.

I tried to think about a time when Grant ever loved me or showed me affection. Did he ever love me? It always seemed like he wanted me for other reasons, none of which was love. I remember the dead look in his eyes while I labored and fought for my life. “He just stood there.” I whispered as tears poured down my face and dripped onto Asher's shirt. He stiffened at first, then wrapped his hand around me. “He watched me while I drew closer to death,” I sobbed.

“Who's he?” Asher whispered, tightening his gri