Asher's brow furrowed in confusion as he caught my unwavering gaze, a look of intensity etched on my face that seemed to pierce through the air between us. He was merely trying to assist, yet I was consumed by a desperate need to uncover the truth.
“Eden won’t tell me what you did. She said I had to make you tell me,” I pressed, urgency lacing my voice.
“Ivy, you have to understand. The doctor didn’t think you were going to survive,” he replied, a trace of anguish creeping into his tone.
“That’s not what I asked,” I interjected, frustration prickling at the edges of my patience.
“I had an idea. I didn’t even know if it would work or not—not after Eden defeated the vampire,” he continued, his voice faltering as he struggled to articulate the weight of his thoughts.
“Asher,” I warned,
