Asher’s POV

I sat absentmindedly at the table, the faint sounds of silverware clicking and the low hum of conversation filling the grand dining room. I forced a polite smile, nodding at something one of the guests said, though I wasn’t paying attention.

I wasn’t even sure if I was expected to respond. Thankfully, the man who had spoken to me turned back to his plate.

Across the table, Taylor was smiling, her expression tinged with amusement. She was clearly enjoying this - watching me struggle to focus on anything.

Then I felt it— a nudge against my foot. Subtle at first, then firmer.

I stiffened, glancing up. Taylor was...