Book 3: Chapter 27

Asher opened his eyes. He was surprised at where he was. The room was dark but the darkness was not a problem to him. The room looked shabby, not even an average compared to any room he had ever slept in and he wondered where it could be. He sat up on the bed and pressed his temple to die down the headache he was having.

A gentle breeze blew into the room, calming him and he glanced at the window to discover that the window was open and the moonlight was sipping in through the curtain. He tried to climb out of the bed and froze for that was when he saw it, the girl asleep on the rocking chair at the far end of the room. 

He blinked as even though the girl was far from the bed and was shrouded in darkness, he saw her face and he knew who she was. At the moment, it seemed like his nose had woken up because the scent filled him up. Everywhere smelt like her, the bed, the air around and it wasn’t hard figuring out that he was in her room. He climbed out of the bed and