It was bigger than the training ground at my pack, I realized as my eye scanned what seemed like a very comfortable living space. There were black leather couches, a sleek bar in the corner, a fancy fireplace over which hung a larger than life flatscreen. On either side were shelves holding many photo frames and there were some on the walls too. Happy memories.
“What?” Asher frowned, turning around.
“This is your room?”
“Yes, ma’am. Are you going to judge me on that as well?”
“I didn’t say I was judging,”
“Your face isn’t that hard to read,” I scowled and so did he and eternity may have passed before he finally sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Not today, please,” Asher grimaced. “You got a hell lot of time to hate me and judge me. Just spare me one day, my head hur
