Chapter 220

Asher's POV

I almost hit the brakes at what he just said. I quickly spun my head around to look at him, to catch the ghost of a smile that usually played on his lips when he jokes. But there was none, all there was on his expression was a look of pure emptiness as if he was a void being with no life, no desires, just pure nothing.

I looked away from him, I had no idea what I was feeling in my heart but the emotion had deep similarities with fear.

Fuck, I was afraid.

The people that Tristan was acquainted with, the people he called his family, the people he called his friends were no people that one wanted to offend. I looked to the backseat of the car where Lyra laid fast asleep.

I could tell that she had no idea about this bit, that she was more or less clueless about the fact that there would be consequences upon killing Tristan.

"So what are we gonna do?"

As if expecting the question, Philip replied almost instantly, "I'm gonna take the blame. If people think that I'm the one who.k