The warmth Rayla had felt in the library didn’t last long. As she made her way to the spot she and Asher had agreed to meet at, her heart dropped at the scene before her eyes. There he was, standing in their usual spot, but he wasn’t alone. Silvia was there, her arms wrapped around him from behind, her face buried in his back like her life depended on it.
Rayla froze, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the sight alone was enough to send her insecurities rushing back in full force. Silvia looked so... perfect. Her soft dress, her delicate features, the way she clung to Asher like she belonged there. And Asher—he wasn’t hugging her back, but he wasn’t pushing her away either. His hands hung at his sides, his expression unreadable, but his eyes...
