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“Yes, Sweetheart?”
“Is it possible that Calax is still alive?”
Asher stumbled up one of the steps, gripping the golden banister to right himself. Wide-eyed, he turned towards me. I hurried to elaborate.
“We never actually saw a body, and we left before...well...he was still alive when we left.” My throat closed at that statement.
Did he think we abandoned him?
I knew he had told us to leave, but saying something and doing something were entirely separate facets.
Did he actually expect us to leave, or did he assume we would come back for him? Save him?
Refusing to go down that road, I focused back on Asher. The skin between his brows was creased as he carefully considered his answer.
“I know you want him to still be alive. Heaven only knows I do too. But, Sweetheart, there’s no way he could’ve survived that. Not without immediate medical help. I’m sorry.” And I could tell hewassorry, and not just for Calax’s death.
For bearing the news that he was never coming back.
I knew it, I honestly did, but something in my heart stopped me from believing it completely. Was it foolish to hold onto hope?
Yes, very much so.
That hope would inevitably shatter, and I would be left with nothing but pain. For now, I would clutch my hope, my fractured heart, close to my chest. I refused to succumb to the despair yet again.
That hope would keep me sane, I knew, in the coming weeks.
“Come on.” Asher tugged at my hand. “We have a surprise for you.”
“Surprise? What is it?”
He turned his head, a tremulous smile on his face. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. But first, you need to speak with Fallon.”
“Fallon?” I asked, blinking. “Why?”
“No idea. Maybe it's another surprise.”
I had the feeling I was in for a surprise alright, but not necessarily a pleasant one.
As we walked, I made outrageous guesses about the surprise.
“A sparkly dildo on a unicorn?”
“The U.S.A. swim team?”
“A girlfriend for Mof?”
My cat was currently with Tommy and Nik in whatever room they were holed up in. It seemed as if I had been betrayed by the black critter.
Word of advice? Never trust a cat.
I spun out of Asher’s embrace before dramatically swooping back in. I rested my chin on his shoulder and smiled up at him.
“Is it a hot orgy?”
His cheeks flamed deliciously.
Before he could confirm or deny, he stopped in front of a door on the second floor.
