Asher
I followed my father in silence.
Every step he took seemed deliberate.
Controlled.
That bothered me.
My father didn’t usually drag me somewhere for a conversation unless he’d already made up his mind about something.
The question was…
What?
Had he heard me talking to Cleo?
Had he seen me grab her?
Or had I somehow pissed him off over something else?
I ran through everything I’d done over the past few days.
Nothing came to mind.
At least, nothing that I considered worth getting worked up about.
Still, the uneasiness crawling beneath my skin refused to disappear.
Soon enough, I’d find out.
My father led me into the indoor training hall.
The room was large enough to accommodate several warriors, but most preferred training outdoors where they had room to move. Once more
