Asher's POV

I paced the floor, checking my watch for what felt like the hundredth time. It was past the time Willow was supposed to have arrived. The evening air outside had grown cooler, and the shadows in the room seemed to stretch farther, as if reflecting the tension gnawing at my insides. Willow should have been here by now. We had planned for her to get picked up by midday but it was almost dusk and there was still no word from her.

Axel had already tried calling her more times than I ...