Asher
Facing my reflection in the mirror, I pull at the bags under my eyes.
I look like s**t.
It’s not just sleep that eludes me. It’s that when I do go under, my dreams are shifting, torturous things that assault me. I’ve always been plagued by demons. For a little while, with Camila at my side, they retreated. But since Mila came by with more useless intel, nothing soothes me.
My most talented assassin has no idea what Yannick is doing. She doesn’t know where he is, what he wants, or when he’ll act. f**k, or if he even will act. The bastard has gone underground without any indication of resurfacing.
Scratching at my hair, I shut my eyes with a shaky sigh. My world is falling apart. It’s dramatic, yes, but it’s how it feels. I’m nothing without my plans. All I’ve focused on for the l
