ASHER'S POV
I barely make it five steps past the training field when I hear my name in that sharp, clipped tone that only one person uses on me—"Asher."
I stop. I already know who it is. I turn around slowly, trying not to sigh because yeah, she sounds calm, but my mum is the kind of calm that comes right before an earthquake.
She's standing at the edge of the path like she's been waiting. Arms crossed. Face unreadable. But her eyes? They're sharp. Too sharp.
"Come with me," she says. Not a request. A command.
I follow her without saying anything, trying to keep my face neutral even though my chest still feels like it's on fire from earlier, from Harper walking away, from punching that damn wall so hard my knuckles are still raw. I stuff my hands in my pockets so she doesn
