Chapter 208 I Do Not Deserve You

• "Nothing," she repeated, a tremor of fatigue threading through the syllables. She slipped from his reaching hand and folded her arms against her chest like fragile glass. "I'm exhausted. Whatever it is, let's talk tomorrow."
• Matthew found himself marooned between them like an anxious referee; his mouth opened, then closed again when no suitable words arrived.
• Asher flicked a curt glance at him. "Go home, Matthew. Get some rest."