Asher had heard my apparition crying. Now he wanted an explanation. I didn’t blame him for wanting the truth, but I still couldn’t tell him.
“I’m sorry, Asher,” I started. “But…”
He held up both hands stopping me. “I don’t want to hear you lie to me again, so just… don’t.”
He was upset with me, and I hated it. But the reasons I had to keep my secrets were too plentiful, too serious. Once more, I prayed that he would understand when he eventually learned the truth.
“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand. “Keep your secrets for now. My first priority is getting you out of here.”
Relieved, I placed my hand in his and let him led me back to the stairwell and down to the lobby.
I was absolutely exhausted, moving like a zombie. Without Asher to guide me, I likely would have walked strai
