Asher’s POV
I woke up before them.
Again.
Not because I had rested well.
Not because my body was any less exhausted.
Simply because I had spent far too long opening my eyes expecting something to have gone wrong.
An attack.
A threat.
Blood.
Callie disappearing.
The corridor claiming her.
Something.
Always something.
But that morning…
there was only silence.
The rain had finally stopped.
For several seconds, I remained still, still half-sunken in exhaustion while the gray light of dawn slowly began filtering through the motel curtains.
And then I felt her.
Callie was still between us.
Asleep.
Actually asleep.
Not the kind of restless sleep I had already gotten used to. No tense breathing. No furrowed brows. No clenched fingers like she was preparing to run even in her d
