Asher’s POV
The air in that place was starting to irritate me.
Not physically—not like a foul smell or a tangible sensation I could clearly identify—but in a deeper way, harder to explain, as if the entire territory had been designed to constantly remind you that it didn’t belong to you, that every step you took inside it depended on someone else’s tolerance rather than any inherent right of your own.
I walked aimlessly after leaving the room, putting just enough distance between myself and those walls closing around us, because if I stayed in there one minute longer, I was going to break something.
And the problem was…
I was no longer sure breaking something would actually be a bad idea.
The worst part was that Callie was starting to change.
Not in an obvious way—not like those exa
