I followed him to the front porch, the cool evening air a sharp contrast to the warmth inside. The twins peered out the window, their whispers carrying faintly, curious and concerned, but they didn’t come after us. So Asher hit the window, warning them to back off immediately.
Asher stood silent for a moment, hands buried in his pockets, jaw tight. His amber eyes burned into mine, and I felt a flicker of fear, not for myself, but for what he was about to say.
“It’s your parents.” He said finally, voice rough. “They… they’ve gone to the council.”
I froze, heart hammering. “The council?”
He nodded grimly. “They’re trying to have you arrested. For what happened with your brother.”
My stomach dropped. My abusive brother—the one who had kidnapped me, who had planned to kill me—was gone. An
