Right at the corridor, Xavier lingered, trying to see if he could find Asher anywhere. But he couldn't spot him at all, and even his scent seemed to be fading from the air, almost as though he was no longer around.
Suddenly, fear gripped Xavier's chest.
Could Asher have left because of what happened at the dining table?
At first, he tried to wave the thought away, convincing himself he was overthinking things. But the possibility alone was enough to make panic rise inside him.
Without wasting another second, Xavier hurried through the mansion, his steps uneven as he searched around. His breathing became heavier the farther he went until he finally stepped outside.
The cold night breeze brushed against his skin immediately.
And then he saw him.
At the garden opposite the poolside sat a lone figure beneath the moonlit sky.
Asher.
