“Oh, would you break it up already, love birds.” Carter’s voice snaps me out of the trance I’d been in with Asher, pulling me back to reality.
I release Asher, but not completely. His arm remains around my waist, possessive and protective. He growls low at Carter, the sound vibrating through his chest, but Carter just grins wider, his eyes glossing over briefly before he beams at us with that all-too-knowing smile.
I notice Carter is holding hands with Arya. When our gazes meet, a wave of silent understanding and excitement passes between us. There’s something in the way she looks at him, and I realize she feels it too—that same pull I have with Asher.
My guardians appear, looking thoroughly disheveled yet happy. Claude’s hair is a mess, and there’s lipstick smeared on his cheek. Maya a
