Axel's POV
I couldn’t shake the feeling. Every minute since we returned from Willow’s hotel room, the tension had settled in my chest like a weight. My thoughts were consumed by the idea of our father. The old man, where was he? What would he do when he returned? How far had he gone in his plan?
I tried to push it out of my mind, but it wasn’t easy. Asher, of course, noticed my mood shift. He always did.
“You alright?” Asher asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the living room. I had been staring into the empty space in front of me for what felt like hours.
I blinked, the reality of the question pulling me back to the present. “Yeah, just… wondering what our father will do when he comes back.”
His brow furrowed, and I could tell he wasn’t buying it. He knew better. I had
