At that moment the world seemed to stop moving, not even slow down but stop and, for the first time, pure horror fills my thoughts and widens my eyes and yet, instead of fearing for my own life, my thoughts and actions are into Asher's safety completely.
And oddly enough at that moment in time I did not even remember that my life was on the line too, none of that fated pairing contract bullshit came to mind, no…
No… the only thing filling my eyes and mind is the image of Ashe being hit by the sneaky snake that, even if in the middle of transferring her wounds to the fox, had extended her narrow claws into sharp needle edges that, even at that distance, in seconds are already clearly trespassing Ashers skin and bone, coming out from the other side smeared in his blood.
That image alone chills my bones.