Although Violet had seen this scene play out countless times, it still stunned her every single time Asher compelled someone. It was a window straight into who he was at his core. No wonder he craved control. Control was powerful — and dangerously sexy.
The idea that someone's mind, their choices, their very life sat in the palm of your hand and all it took to end it was a simple command? That was an intoxicating power.
And it was no surprise Asher reveled in it.
"Who the fucking hell are you?" Asher asked.
"My name is Hannah," she answered flatly. "I don't know who my birth mother is, whether she's dead or alive. Angus ripped me from her hands the moment she delivered me. He thought I'd become something powerful, but in the end, I'm just like every weak half-breed out there."
Violet's jaw tightened. She was still deeply suspicious of this girl but hearing that, something in her chest twisted anyway.
