Returning Home

(Anna) I took a warm bath, letting all the sweat and fluids from our encounter last night be washed away. Taking extra care to not wet my bandages. Changing into the dress Asher had ordered for me, I slipped out of the bathroom. Asher was still sitting on the sofa but held out his hand. His eyes momentarily scanned me and my damp hair but then he averted his gaze. “Here, you dropped your phone. Oliver retrieved it.” A sense of relief washed over me seeing my phone intact. “Oh! What a relief,” I let out a hearty chuckle and plucked it from his hand. Our fingers met for the briefest of seconds, making a shiver run through me. Punching in my code, I opened my phone and saw Alpha Lancelot’s message. Clicking it open, I read the message, which turned out to be an invitation to a banquet he was holding in my honour the very same night. He was requesting my presence. It seemed like the news of my return had travelled fast, and my association with Asher led to everyone treating me in a differe