As Bella was laid back into bed, her face still pale but peaceful in her sleep, Asher pulled the covers over her gently, his heart heavy with worry. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his mind racing with the events that had unfolded. The memory flashes, the sudden convulsions, and Henry's mysterious intervention, all of it left him with a deep sense of unease. He leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering, "Rest, my love. I’ll be back soon."
With a final, lingering glance, he left Bella to rest, quietly closing the door behind him. Asher made his way down the corridor, the echoes of his footsteps the only sound in the quiet hallway. When he reached his uncle’s office, the tension in the air was palpable. The room was already filled with worried voices, a chaotic
