Asher appeared disheveled, his eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the scene before him: Violet's half-naked body unconscious on the floor, alongside Roman's.
He couldn't quite process what he was seeing. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated this turn of events, especially after spending the previous night exerting his powers playing one of his elaborate games, a game that always took its toll on him.
A power, which, though a blessing, often became a curse. An overuse of his abilities often resulted in severe headaches that was debilitating enough to bring even grown men to his knees.
Knowing this, Asher had retreated to one of Alaric's hidden sleeping spots to recover, confident that Violet would eventually come seeking him, desperate to satisfy the hunger he had deliberately implanted in her—a hunger only he could quench. But she wasn't ready just yet. His little queen needed to endure a bit more before he granted her what she wanted.