Chapter

Fifty seven

Asher

“How are you feeling?” Devon ducked his head and kissed my shoulder as he settled on the bed with a tray of food in his hands.

“Good. Calm. I think it’s nearly over.” My stomach rumbled, the sound loud in the room, and I laughed. “Also hungry.”

He set the tray down beside me with a grin. “Good thing I come bearing snacks then.”

My gaze swept the slab of wood the food was laid out upon. A fleeting thought for who had prepared this ran through my mind. Jericho. He knew I was down here, being . . . serviced. The tray was laden with...