Asher's POV
I stared down at Abigail's sleeping figure, her face was void of all the chaos that surrounded her, relaxed with more peace than I'd ever seen her.
I laid beside her, waiting and hoping on the moon goddess that she would forgive me, for lying, for keeping her in the dark, and much as I'd kept her safe, my lies turned out to be just another betrayal in her eyes.
I reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her lips parting with a soft sigh.
She was mine. Or at least, she was supposed to be.
But the bond between us was still incomplete.
And Christopher—that bastard—was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike.
My jaw clenched. He wouldn’t take her from me. Not now. Not ever.
But I knew
