Asher

Maya sits in her chamber, a glass of wine in her hand, staring at the fireplace. The flames flicker, casting shadows across her face, but her expression is distant—lost in thought.

It’s as if she is completely unaware of the chaos she has caused, or maybe she just doesn’t care.

"Maya," I growl, the anger in my voice could be felt.

She flinches at the sound, her shoulders tense for a brief moment. Then, slowly, she turns her head to look at me.

Her eyes hold nothing but cold disdain before she shifts her gaze back to the fire, dismissing me as if I don’t exist.

The sheer audacity...