Chapter 15 Fractured Reflections

• Asher’s POV
• “Are you okay, man?” Luca asked for the umpteenth time that week. We were in my living room.
• I turned to glare at him. “What do you think?” I turned back to stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was sticking out oddly because I had run my fingers through it repeatedly. I was sporting stubble on my chin and jawline, and my eyes looked sunken, like I hadn’t slept in days—which wasn’t far from the truth.