Chapter 147

Asher's POV

I saw the confusion in his frown, he was looking at me like I was speaking Japanese and, like I was some sort of weirdo.

No one could blame me, I couldn't understand why he wasn't getting angry. He was weird, normally, he was supposed to be angry, he was supposed to blame me and scream and yell that I was being stupid, that i ruined his life, I ruined the friendship he had with Tristan just because of some sort of words from a woman who would soon turn out to be a victim of Tristan's, of course she would want to save herself. Of course she had been lying.

But he wasn't saying those things.

He looked like he understood me, like he understood me, he understood that I had been led astray as well. He understood that as long as there was any form of hope to save the silver moon pack from Tristan's wrath, I was gonna take it.

He looked at me like he trusted me blindly.

"Why am I like what?" He asked.

"Nice," I demonstrated by gesturing to his person, "you blindly trust me, a man