Levi was barely holding himself together anymore. Driving had become a struggle, but he forced himself to keep going until they reached the mansion they had been directed to. The scent of Asher's pheromones still lingered heavily inside the Maybach, growing thicker and wilder with every passing minute.
"Fuck, Cassandra… this is making me lose my damn mind," Levi muttered through gritted teeth, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.
Cassandra turned to look at him. Strangely, whatever was happening wasn't affecting her the same way it was affecting the men. The tension inside the vehicle was suffocating. Even Enzo looked tortured.
From where he sat, his fists were clenched so tightly that blood dripped steadily from his palms. His nails had dug too deep into his skin, staining the car floor crimson.
"Shit… I don't understand why this is happening," Cassandra groaned softly, glancing between Levi and the others.
For a second, she hesitated.
