Morgan Sterling roared. Asher had just spoken so calmly... No, ever since Asher had boarded this boat, he had been nothing but composed. The only time he'd panicked was when the knife grazed Leah Sinclair's neck. Otherwise, he acted as if everything was under his control.
Ever since they were young, no matter how the elders praised Asher, he'd always remained composed, never showing any particular joy, as if he simply deserved it all.
It was even more so now that he was an adult. From accepting an award in person from a high-ranking government official to simply playing a game of dice, he always wore the same impassive expression.
That expression struck Morgan as hypocritical, sickening. The things Asher disdained were the very things Morgan had always craved.
