CHAPTER 135 — THE GOLD IN HIS EYES WAS NOT SALVATION

The gold in Asher’s eyes should’ve comforted me.

It didn’t.

It burned.

Radiant, blinding, ancient—too ancient. Like something that had slept for centuries and was now staring at the world through him.

“Asher…” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

He pushed himself upright slowly, ea...

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