Amelia’s POV

I didn’t stop walking after I left Asher.

If I did, I knew I’d either turn back to face him and meet his death stare and maybe that sharp and cold mask I wore might break this time.

My boots struck quickly against the stone floor as I moved through the Summit halls, my pulse still hammering violently against my ribs.

Asher saw me. He knew I was alive and I was after him…

That meant, now I was compromised. The element of surprise that was in my favour for so long ...