Asher’s POV
Amon glared at me before walking back to his counter. I followed him and stood in front, a raging anger boiling within me.
“Didn’t you hear what I said? Tell me what happened!” I demanded, annoyance lacing my tone.
“Asher, I need you to leave my room now,” he ordered. “If you are so keen on knowing what happened, you can ask Peach yourself because I have nothing to say to you.” He spoke without even looking at me.
Realizing it was useless staying around, and not wanting to escalate things into a physical fight, I spat, “Screw you,” before storming out. I decided to go see Peach. Luckily, she was already outside her room, but she looked deeply troubled.
“Peach!” I called her name to snap her back to reality. She startled slightly before gazing at me.
“Asher,” she called o
