I frowned, a little confused. Did he really think I would avoid him? And would it actually bother him if I did? “Didn’t I eat with you after that?”
He shrugged, still continuing to avoid my gaze. Hmm, definitely a little odd...
“Besides, I think the Beta is avoiding me now, so what he thinks is likely irrelevant.” I said without thinking, in an attempt to reassure him I had not been avoiding him. But I noticed Marc looking at me, a look of concern upon his face.
“He got nasty with you?”
“He isn’t like that, is he?” I questioned, not believing for a moment Asher would get nasty with those in his own pack. I knew he had a darkness that seemed to overtake him when he was struggling, but I still do not believe him capable of being nasty or hurting his own pack members.
Marc raised his brows and shrugged. “Did he get nasty with you, Bailey? Angry at all?”
I shook my head. “No. Just snapped. Though that could have been my own fault, I likely deserved it. He seemed angry then, and is avoiding me now.”
“Would you not say anything if I told you something, Bailey?” he looked at me, suddenly looking so far from the confident guy he usually appeared to be.
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