Rayla sat on the edge of her bed, her heart racing with anticipation as she watched Asher. Her plan was in motion, and she was laser-focused on him, waiting for any sign—any hint—that her suspicions were true. Asher, completely unaware of her scheming, was basking in the attention, a small smirk playing on his lips as he noticed her eyes locked on him. He leaned back against the desk, his arms crossed, clearly enjoying the way she seemed so captivated by him.
“What?” he teased, his voice low and playful. “You’re staring at me like I’m the last slice of your favourite cheesecake.”
Rayla blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “What? No, I’m just... thinking,” she said quickly, her cheeks flushing. She wasn’t about to admit she was waiting for him to suddenly display supernatural abilities.
