“I don’t need a doctor right this second. I’m fine,” I say, my words being cut short with a wince as Vincent begins moving up the staircase. Asher smacks the back of Vincent’s head. “Be careful, asshole! You just hurt her.” Vincent’s crazed eyes come to Asher, giving him a look drenched in murder. Asher ignores it, though, turning his gaze back to me. “You need a doctor, princess. I’ll go make a quick call,” he says, pressing a featherlight kiss to my cheek before heading out the door.
