The first thought that came to Violet's mind was that Asher wanted to kill her. That he had finally lost it and was ready to silence her for good.
But then she caught his glowing eyes in the dark and realized his pupils were unfocused. He wasn't seeing her at all.
Oh fuck. It hit her like a slap. He was still caught up in the nightmare. Asher was going to kill her, and he wouldn't even know it.
So she began to struggle, panic clawing up her spine. And that was when it hit Violet just how wide the gap between their strength really was.
Asher was like a boulder crushing her windpipe, and no matter how she pushed, nothing budged. It dawned on her that Asher had let her win that day in combat training, because right now, she couldn't even move him an inch.
"Asher, wake up! It's me!" Violet cried desperately, her fingers clawing at the arm crushing her windpipe. If anything, his grip only tightened, her vision beginning to blur at the edges.
