Asher’s pov.
Carlos and two members of my security detail trail behind me as I marched speedily to Amanda’s room.
There are about a million things going on in my mind and at the moment I couldn’t manage to pin anything down.
So this was what panic felt like?
I decided then and there that I don’t like this emotion, but there was every likelihood that I would feel it again, as long as Amanda continued to have a place in my life.
She’s the first person I spotted when I reached the corridor her room is in, she’s still dressed in the button up shirt and slacks that she wore out today and her hair falls over her shoulder and frames her stricken face in neat waves. I searched her for any form of panic, but other than the slight creasing of her forehead, there seems to be no form of fear or a
