ASHER
I stood at the doorway of the room, my hand lightly resting on the polished oak frame, watching her. Liana sat by the dresser, her back to us, her reflection caught in the mirror’s glass. She was still as a statue, her hands resting on her lap, eyes unfocused and lost in a world far away.
Her chestnut brown hair shimmered under the soft light of the chandelier, but it wasn’t her beauty that caught my attention—it was the look on her face. Something between sadness and disbelief.
I nudged Callum in the ribs, my voice low. “She hasn’t even noticed we’re here.”
He grinned, but it felt hollow. “Must be really taken by her own reflection. Can’t blame her—it’s not every day someone gets a room like this.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. Together, we stepped in, the creak of the flo
