Anita's gaze moves from Asher's throat to his eyes. Husky-blue eyes that are filled with fear, but not of her beast, not of blood spilled. Fear of what this could mean, and what could be taken away from him. It gives her a way to center herself, Asher's fear, but she knows it won't last.

Whatever they were going to do, it had to be done now.

"I want to see you naked," she whispers to Asher, taking his hand and tugging a little, but he resists. "I want to see you undressed without the ardeur riding me, but we have to hurry."