Chapter 13

"Ouch!" Rylie exclaimed as Asher slowly applied a healing balm to her wound. After he had picked her up from the field, he took her to the room, made her sit on the couch, and began applying treatment to her injury.

"I'd advise you to brace yourself. The healing process can be quite... painful." He cautioned.

"The process has already started then." She looked at her leg.

"Hmmm... Not quite." He dropped the balm on the table and sat beside her.

"You're quite lucky it wasn't poisoned. They did carry out their assignment very well."

"I didn't know what I was getting into. Why didn't you tell me?"

When he looked at her from the corner of his eyes, he found her sobbing.

'Is the medication already taking effect or...' His thoughts trailed off.

One thing Asher wasn't was romantic. After the death of his wives, his emotions completely went dead.

"Werewolves? Rogues? Amanatha? Moon goddess? How in the world did I get here?" She wiped her eyes and sniffled.

"You should have done your