CHAPTER 22

Charlotte's POV

"That boy? Who is he, and what's your relationship with him?"

"What?"

"Who is he, Charlotte?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance despite my racing pulse. "Who is who?" I asked, trying to sound bored, and he held my hand, pulling me closer to him. I gasped softly.

Asher'sgrip on my arm tightened. "The boy you've been hanging out with. The one you were laughing with at the party. Who is he?"

I snorted, trying to wriggle free. "None of your business, Asher. Let me go."

But he didn't budge. Instead, his eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm making it my business, Charlotte. Now answer me, Who is he?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my growing annoyance. "Asher, we're enemies. Why do you even care?"

"You're delusional to think you are important enough to be called my enemy." He scoffed and I felt hurt by his words.

I looked away; his room was dark, and I could barely see clearly, but I could still make out h