Chapter 286

Asher's POV

A foreboding feeling covered my senses. I stared at the person again, now with more scrutiny. He had a baseball hat on his head and a nose mask on his face, hiding his features away from me. He was tall, as tall as I am, or maybe shorter by a few inches.

He was looking at me, still. Bow even stood there just looking at me.

It felt as if time had passed when, in fact, it hasn't. I was simply overtaken by the sheer fear that toiled in my heart.

The smell, the smell was what was familiar to me, but as I looked at him, the physique, the aura, everything felt like Tristan's. But then I recalled how Lyra had stabbed him with a fork, almost ripping his throat apart. No matter how great Tristan was, he surely couldn't have survived that, especially with no help whatsoever.

"Asher."

I raised my head and saw Steven looking at me strangely. He seemed sort of scared, and he had his hand placed on my shoulder.

"You zoned out. Are you okay?" He asked with worry and concern spewing from