Amanda’s pov.
Ever since the day I confronted Asher in his drunk state, he and I haven’t spoken. Not due to his own lack of trying, but because I’ve purposely avoided him, five times, he called on me for our shared meals, and five times I rejected him, twice he showed up at my door, both times I told Damon to send him off, once we ran into each when we passed each other on his wing, he tried to talk to me, he tried to apologise, but I just brushed past him and walked off.
Today, he’s not home once again. He took Damon with him and left some random guards in charge of me. I don’t even know where they are, but I can feel their eyes drilling holes into my back.
I have a half a mind to hunt them down and send them off, but I barely have enough energy to do anything these days. The what ifs,
