Asher’s POV.
It seems I gave Amanda too much credit. She was as daft as any other blubbering female, it seemed. Whining over a man that clearly gave two f***s about her, over a fool who left her for her sister, crying over said man who keeps f*****g other bitches when his pregnant Luna is currently missing. It was irritating to see her cry for said man and it honestly changed my perspective of her, maybe she was a lot more f*****g dumber than I thought.
But if she was dumb for still being in love with that bastard that she called a mate then what was I for stewing over it for the past few days?
I ran a hand over my face and sighed into my palm. I needed to get her out of my head, she wasn’t worth the energy it took to think about her, nor was she worth my pity. So why? Why was every sin
