Amelia POV

The door to Asher’s room closed behind us with a soft, yet terrifying click.

We were in!

We were in the den of the devil himself!

For a second longer, neither of us moved.

Not me or Alexis.

Asher’s chamber felt… wrong in a way.

It felt too quiet, like the air itself seemed controlled, like even the shadows knew where they were allowed to fall.

The bright moonlight from outside slipped in through the tall windows of his roon, casting long and sharp lines across ...