Chapter 225 She Was Here
- Even rasping, Asher's voice carried a blade's edge, the kind that warned intruders to keep their distance.
- The unexpected sound made Waverly's hand jerk; she withdrew as if burned, fingers curling against her dress.
- "I-I only wanted to feel your forehead, to see if you had a fever," she stammered, her excuse wobbling like a defective shield.