Asher POV
“And Ella?” Liam asks, the question hanging in the air.
My gaze lifts, though there’s nothing in the room to anchor it this time. It drifts instead, instinctively, toward the direction of town. Toward where I know she is, even without seeing it, without trying.
“She stays covered,” I say. “If it’s not Liam keep watch on her, it’s one of the warriors.”
“At all times?” Rowan presses. He seems somewhat surprised, but I can’t blame him. Since when do I care about someone this much? “What if she starts asking us questions? Because you know she’s going to realize we’re keeping an eye on her.”
I can already feel it. The way the bond pulls instead of fades, the way her curiosity presses outward, searching, reaching for something she doesn’t fully understand yet.
“She already has,”
