Axel's POV

I couldn’t shake the feeling. Every minute since we returned from Willow’s hotel room, the tension had settled in my chest like a weight. My thoughts were consumed by the idea of our father. The old man, where was he? What would he do when he returned? How far had he gone in his plan?

I tried to push it out of my mind, but it wasn’t easy. Asher, of course, noticed my mood shift. He always did.

“You alright?” Asher asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the ...