Chapter 22 Not A Peaceful Breakfast

Asher

The shrill sound of my alarm dragged me out of sleep.

I groaned, reaching blindly across the nightstand before silencing it.

“…What time is it?”

I rubbed a hand over my face and glanced toward the other side of the room.

Empty.

The bed was neatly made.

Ivy was gone.

I frowned.

She’...