Amanda’s pov.
Asher doesn’t let me pry myself away from me and instead focuses on just idly weaving my hair, his lips are pursed tightly and his eyes are a little unfocused. I can tell he didn’t expect that and I’m even a little proud of myself for surprising him.
I meant to hold out with this information for a while, but my curiosity for the truth out weighed my urge to act shrouded in mystery, so I’d let the question out and now there was only silence and my short breaths.
“When did you find our?” Asher asks, he sounds oddly calm, he plays with the edges of my hair almost nonchalantly, not at all like a man that had just been confronted with his lies.
“Three days ago,” I mutter, my mind instantly takes me back to that day.
It was late and I was on my way to Asher’s office to drag hi
