Or… was he?
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His thoughts scattered the moment Imogen arrived, holding a napkin in her hand.
Snow took it and wiped her bloody nose. She figured it must have been from seeing those visions.
She felt slightly weak too—for some reason, she just wanted to sleep.
She yawned lazily and rested her head, and Asher gently patted it.
"Are you sleepy?" he asked.
Snow nodded. Even though she was determined to understand what she had just seen, her body was giving out. She needed rest.
Asher smiled. He should take her home. The past few weeks had been pure chaos. She deserved some peace.
He would figure out what was going on with Ace—but not now. His sister was his priority.
They all walked out of the restaurant with Snow. The woman watched them from a distance.
A soft smile tugged a
