“So…” I cleared my throat. “What happens now?” The threat of Trent and his malicious intentions threatened to push into my happiness and spoil it. Asher chuckled lazily. “Already overthinking? You’re very talented.” “It’s a gift.” He sighed and buried his face in my hair. “Now you’re mine, Winter. My spoiled little brat, my smart and funny Ice Queen. Mine. And we’re at the beginning of everything. Got it?” “Got it.”
