Asher was looking at the woman who was playing with the children of the village. It has been exactly one month since they found the woman lying naked and unconscious at the bed of the lake.
Emerald. That’s the name Marana gave her since she literally doesn’t have any idea of who she was and what her name is.
The name suits her perfectly, though. Her emerald-green eyes glow everytime she laughs. Asher couldn’t deny the fact that she bewitched almost half of the men here in the village, not to mention the women wanted to be close to her, for some unknown reason. And not only that, the children loved to play with her, which she gladly granted them.
“She’s a natural charmer, isn’t she?” Marana stood beside him and eyed Ember as she played with the children.
Asher didn’t answer his cousin.
