Asher’s pov
I paced around the room, my anger surging like a storm within me. I couldn’t believe what had happened to Peach, and the fact that he was still alive only fueled my rage. Sitting on my bed, I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white with the intensity of my emotions. There was no way I would allow this to continue.
Determined, I stood up and headed for the door, but I halted when I saw Amon walking up the staircase. He looked worried, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to know if he had done what was necessary.
“Amon!” I yelled his name, causing him to stop as he got closer. “Why are you this way? You better tell me he’s dead already,” I demanded, my voice dripping with anger. But Amon remained silent, just staring at me, his silence stoking my fury even more.
“I know
