Amon's POV
“I am listening, so tell me what the problem is. Why was Peach angry?” Asher’s voice cut through the silence, his tone sharp with frustration. My heart pounded with the weight of the truth I desperately wanted to share, yet felt helpless to reveal. He deserved to know everything, the entire twisted mess we were caught in, but now was not the time. “You said you wanted to talk, so start talking,” he demanded, his anger barely restrained.
Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself. “I think it’s best we stay away from Peach,” I said, watching confusion spread across his face.
“What do you mean? Why should we stay away from her?” Asher’s confusion quickly morphed into a frown.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped, irritation clear in his voice. “Don’t tell me you told
