Fiona's POV
I woke up alone. Empty bed. Cold sheets. But his scent—faint—clung to the pillows like a secret. Asher had been here. My wolf knew it, even if I hadn’t seen him.
I rubbed at my belly, sighing.
Quickly, I freshened up. Found a soft dress that didn’t make me feel like a walking balloon. Tied the ribbon. Straightened the fabric. Checked myself in the mirror. Nothing. Just me. Staring back at someone who barely looked like she belonged.
The room? Still untouched. Too clean. Too perfect. It felt like a stranger’s room I had borrowed for the night. Like I shouldn’t mess it up. Like I shouldn’t be here at all.
“Asher?” I mumbled, stepping toward the door, and peeking around the corner like he might be hiding behind it. Silly. “Where are you hiding?”
Silence.
No footsteps. No s
