ASHER’S POV
“We’ve gathered everyone in the safe house. You don’t have to worry—it’s secure. No one’s getting in,” Michael said, his voice steady with confidence.
“Good,” I replied, keeping my tone even. “I can’t risk anyone getting hurt.”
But as the silence settled between us, my mind began to drift. This fight shouldn’t drag on. It can’t. Zachary won’t win. I’d rather die on the battlefield than watch him get what he wants.
Michael must’ve noticed the change in my expression. “What are you thinking about, Asher?” he asked, concern threading through his words. “Don’t stress yourself, okay? We’re going to win. I can feel it.”
I stood from the edge of the chair, the weight of my thoughts too heavy to stay seated. I crossed the room slowly, stopping just in front of him.
“I can’t let Z
