Asher’s POV
I watched in stunned silence as Zara moved between the bodies, her hands glowing with a soft, otherworldly light. One by one, my people came back to life, their chests rising with breath again. Relief flooded me—it felt like witnessing a miracle.
“Asher… who is she? How is she doing this?” Isabella whispered, her eyes wide in awe.
“I’ll explain everything later,” I said, not taking my eyes off the scene. She gave a small nod and turned back toward the others.
Then my gaze shifted to Zachary—knocked out cold, lying motionless on the floor.
“What are we going to do with him?” Michael asked, a strange flicker of excitement in his voice.
“Let his people take him,” I replied calmly.
Michael’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean? After everything he’s done, you just want to let
