Chapter 64

Asher

“Do you need anything Alpha Bl- Alpha Blackwell?”

I looked up to see Ambrose's stare. How had I gotten here?

‘Ah right.’ I thought to myself as I remembered everything. The pain and regret. The drinking. Wandering around empty hallways.

And now I was here.

Ambrose for the first time didn't look indifferent. Instead, his expression clearly showed his confusion and worry.

It didn't matter to me when all I felt was numb.

I trailed away from his gaze to the side, where an empty desk sat.

I had never found the time to remove it. At first, it was because I was too embroiled with Ariezel to do so, but after what had happened, I had hidden myself away, blind to every struggle but my own.

The place was evidently dusty, the sheen of dust standing against the dark wood the desk was made of. Any papers or files were non-existent, though the stationery stayed.

The image of Ariezel there materialized in my mind. On the rare occasions before my travels, I would pass by Ambrose for a mundane ta