“Oakley…” His throat bobs on a hard swallow. When he finally tears his gaze away from my ribs, his expression is completely different. His eyes are hard, his jaw clenched. And when he speaks, his voice is angrier than I’ve ever heard it. “Who did this to you?” My entire body erupts in a violent shudder, from… the pain, I guess. “Does it matter?” Asher looks at me like I’m crazy. “Of course it fucking matters. Somebody hurt you, Oakley. Really hurt you. You have to tell me who did this.”
