Asher sat alone in his office, the ticking of the clock on the wall unusually loud against the silence. His eyes flicked toward his watch.
She should’ve been in her quarters by now… It’s past ten.
A sigh escaped his lips as he stood, pushing away from the desk. The restlessness in his chest had been gnawing at him all evening.
Just as he reached for the door, it swung open with a thud, and in walked Zander, grinning like the devil himself.
“Hey, Brother,” he drawled, arms wide. “Guess who’s back?”
Asher arched a brow but said nothing more than a simple, “Welcome.”
He brushed past Zander, intent on heading back to his chamber, but Zander trailed behind him with a dramatic groan.
“That’s it? Just a mere welcome?” he scoffed. “I’ve been through hell in Queenvich. You could at least pou
