Asher's Point Of View
My heart was pounding in my chest and I took deep breaths to calm it down.
“Nervous?” Theo chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder as we stared down the beautifully decorated aisle where Cirilla would be coming through any minute from now.
“Nope,” I lied, my heart in complete chaos as I tried to steady my breathing.
“Sure he is,” Wren voiced coldly, “He's a second from losing his s**t,”
I fought the urge to glare at him. “Get out of my head, demon,” My eyes remained fixed on the blank evening air.
“Relax man! Just take a deep breath otherwise at the rate you'll end up having a heart attack the second you see her,” Stefan whispered from my left, and I couldn't tell if that was a warning or a piece of advice.
“Enough, all of you. You're being too loud,” I refrain
