Fiona’s POV
Pain—sharp, blinding—sliced through my stomach the moment I hit the ground. The breath in my lungs vanished.
Wooden walls wavered. Candlelight flickered. Twisting shadows danced against the damp stone floor. The scent of earth thickened, pressing down, suffocating. I gasped—soft, shaky.
Then the door crashed open.
The air shifted. Heavy. Unforgiving.
A presence filled the room. Commanding. Furious.
"Asher."
I barely managed his name before he moved.
One second, space stretched between me and Lara. The next—he was there. A wall. A force. His golden eyes, burning. His rage was alive.
“What the hell did you do?” His voice was low. Dangerous. A blade was drawn halfway from its sheath.
Lara’s lips parted. “She—”
“I don’t care.” His words sliced through hers like steel thr
