The drive to the precinct was a suffocating exercise in silence. Asher sat beside me, his presence heavy and dark, filling the SUV like a gathering storm. He didn't say a word, but the way his fingers drummed a rhythmic, predatory beat against his knee told me everything I needed to know. He was hungry for a confession, and Silas was the only meal on the menu.
As much as I expected him to speak about the incident at the training ground or even tell me off right here, he didn't. What was going on in that brain of his? This wasn't the Asher I used to know. If it were the old Asher, he would have had my head on a platter by now for disrespecting him in front of his men. How I wish I could open up that brain of his to see what was going on. I exhaled a breath I never realized I was holding.
"We have twenty minutes," Asher said finally, his voice cutting through the quiet as we pulled into the shadow of the police station.
