Asher's POV

The moment Axel returned from meeting with our father, I knew something was off. He had a look about him, a kind of tightness in his jaw, a stiffness in his movements. But instead of pressing him, I decided to wait. We were all under enough pressure as it was, and there would be time later to discuss whatever had gone down between him and our father.

Throughout the day, Axel’s behavior became even more unusual. He was pretending to be charming, playing the part our father ...