Seraphina's POV
There was something different about the way he spoke. It was not soft. Just... less sharp and less cold. It almost felt like he was concerned. If Lucien was even capable of that.
I didn't trust it. I didn't trust him. I just didn't want to.
But my body leaned into him anyway, like it didn't care what my brain was screaming.
Asher's eyes dropped to the wounds on my arms, the dried blood, the bruises on my skin that hadn't even started healing.
His jaw twitched. His fists clenched, opened, clenched again like he couldn't decide whether to break something or say something.
But he didn't do either.
He just stood there, silently as always.
He was too fucking useless. If he had just talked to me softly and asked me to go back with him, I might have done that.
But he had not changed at all.
