Evelyn’s POV
The car engine roared to life.
The packhouse that I lived for 4 years disappeared behind me.
I glanced back one last time—Tristan still hadn’t shown up.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the ache in my chest, I made up my mind to forget about his heartlessness completely.
Then very quickly, my mind drifted to something else—Asher.
He had a very strong presence.
He exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore simply by sitting there. The back seat of the Maybach was spacious, yet it still seemed way too small for the two of us.
To avoid touching him by accident, I curled up against the car door and turned my head to the window, trying to keep my breathing steady.
“What’s wrong?” Asher’s deep voice came from beside me.
“No…nothing.”
“You’re practically glued to the
