ASHER'S POV
I don't sleep. I can't.
Not when Asher is just a few meters away from me.
He came back.
Why?
Why did he leave me that day if he was going to come back?
I lie on my bed, fully clothed, one arm over my eyes like that might block out everything I am trying not to feel. But it doesn't. I can still feel it. The weight in my chest. The scratch in my throat. The knot that won't come undone. Hunter's back. Just like that.
He is back.
And I should be angry. Furious. I should be yelling at someone, demanding answers, dragging him into my office, and making him explain where the hell he has been, what he has been doing, and where the hell Vera is… after all she still has to answer to us. But I do none of that. Instead, I just... sit here. Breathing. Thinking. Fai
