Peach’s POV
I couldn’t help but worry about Cody. His face was bruised and swollen, evidence of Asher's fury. I understood that Asher was going through a rough patch, but that didn’t justify him using Cody as a punching bag. I approached Cody cautiously, my heart heavy with concern.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly.
He glanced at me and managed a faint smile. "I'm fine, Peach. Really."
I watched in amazement as the bruises and cuts on his face began to fade, his skin knitting back together seamlessly. I sometimes forgot about their shapeshifting abilities, how their bodies could heal so quickly. It was both fascinating and unsettling.
"I'm so sorry about Asher," I said, guilt seeping into my voice. "He shouldn't have taken his frustrations out on you."
Cody shrugged, a resigned look in
