Isabella’s POV
Something feels off. His arms are tight around me, almost desperate. My body stiffens, and I wonder—did something happen at work?
“Asher… are you okay?” My voice is hesitant, barely above a whisper.
The moment I speak, he pulls away, leaving behind an awkward tension thick enough to choke on. His eyes dart around the room, avoiding mine.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t have hugged you like that.” His fingers twitch at his sides, his discomfort almost tangible. “I thought you left.”
I frown. “Why would I leave?”
His jaw tightens. “Zachary is coming. With the council members.”
My breath catches. My stomach twists into a knot. “He’s actually bringing them here?” My voice wavers as I press a trembling hand over my mouth.
We all know what the council is capable of—t
