That idyllic garden that had been lovingly crafted for me and Asher was so enchanting that I simply didn’t want to leave. We sat side by side on a stone chair that nestled against the stone wall, mesmerized by the gentle splashing of the fountain’s crystal-clear water. Time slipped away as I leaned comfortably against Asher, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, his arm securely around my shoulders. It was a rare moment of tranquility, one I hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity.
“River is going a bit wild,” Asher murmured, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.
“He’s not the only one. Eden hasn’t shown her face in quite a while. Not since that night with Giovanni,” I replied thoughtfully, recalling the tension that had wrapped around us like a heavy fog.
“That was weeks ago,”
