(Almira’s POV)
"Asher, Hazel—go to the car. Now."
I reached for them, with my hands shaking, while my heart was pounding too fast.
Asher hesitated to take my hand, his eyes locked onto Lysander’s face. His brows furrowed like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t even know existed. Hazel clung to my side, her little fingers gripping my dress.
"Asher," I said again, my voice sharper this time. "I said go*l."
He flinched at my tone. Without another word, he grabbed Hazel’s hand and led her toward the car. I kept my eyes on them until they climbed inside and shut the door. Only then did I turn back to Lysander.
My blood boiled. "Why are you here?" My voice came out harsher than I intended. "Why, Lysander? Are you really that desperate to ruin my life?"
His expression remained cold.
