Asher’s pov.
I left Amanda to rest in our room and walk out with Carlos and another member of the Royal guard next to me.
Even though my face is calm and collected, my stomach is churning and it feels like my chest is burning a little, anger… that’s what this emotion is. Not just anger at myself because me being selfish and marking Amanda has caused her to be unwell, but also because of the people standing outside who seem to be so f*****g hell bent on making sure I and Amanda don’t end up together.
Peace, all I want for us and especially her is peace. But no, even though I made it so f*****g clear that I will not be listening to any objections.
The urge to lay waste to every single person standing out there rushes through me, but I shove it down as I push open the door and walk out in
