Chapter Twenty Seven

Zara Howard

There is nothing better than sneaking into the kitchen for some midnight ice cream. These are times I absolutely love the Lancaster household. They have everything and honestly, the best of everything at their disposal.

I tiptoe out of my room towards the kitchen. I scoop out some ice cream for myself while I tried to remain as quiet as possible, considering it is almost 2 AM.

Just when I turn around to head back to my room, I am startled by a very tired-looking Asher sitting at the counter, sipping on his signature whiskey.

"Jeez, you scared me!" I whisper-scream as I place a hand on my heart. Asher just responded with a brief nod as he took another sip of his whiskey.

I jump up a little and settle on the kitchen counter, with my legs lightly dangling. Everything in his house makes me feel like a dwarf. Considering how towering the Lancaster men are, most of the furniture is taller than usual.

Asher continues to sit there in silence, twirling the ice in his glass, pro