Abigail's POV
I stepped out of the bedroom to look for Asher.
"Did you hear what they said about her..." I heard a maid whisper as I walked past the corridor, but shut their mouth as I turned back.
"Abigail," Asher's voice snapped me out of my confusion as he walked towards me, barefooted.
"Where have you been, I didn't see you..."
He pulled me in a hug, his hands running through my hair, while I let myself be engulfed in his arms.
"Asher," I murmured against his chest, my arms tightening around him.
There was something different about the way he held me—like he was afraid to let go.
His fingers trembled slightly as they ran through my hair, and his grip was just a little too firm like he needed this more than I did.
I pulled back slightly, tilting my head up to look at him. "I
