Chapter 133 Are You Done

• Seeing Asher, Waverly's pain twisted into desperation. She stretched a trembling hand toward him, eyes wet and wide. "Asher... Help me... I'm bleeding..."
• Every gaze followed her shaking fingers. Crimson was already blooming across her cream blouse, startling and obscene against the sleek corporate gray.
• Asher thumbed his phone, summoning an ambulance with clipped efficiency. Then, he swept Waverly into his arms—one fluid motion—and carried her from the room, suit jacket fluttering behind him like a black flag of urgency.