Asher's POV

Salome had been unusually silent since I arrived and it wasn't like her.

Not even the surprise of seeing Layla on my arm should’ve been enough to shut her up completely.

I’d been too preoccupied satisfying my own hunger for Layla — touching her beneath the table, watching her unravel for me inch by inch — to notice how off my sister looked.

But now on a closer look, I couldn't ignore it. Her face was pale, eyes glassy. She’d even barely touched her ...