Playing Along

(Asher) I decided to visit Oliver and Anna first before heading off on the mission to gather moonstones. As soon as I entered the house, Oliver came running to me with a very solemn face. His expression told me he meant serious business. He huffed, placing both his hands on his tiny waist, trying to appear like a big guy. “Dad! We have a serious issue at hand. Did you see the picture I sent you?” He said, seeming utterly distressed. Extending his hand, he grabbed mine and began dragging me along. I quietly followed, letting him take the lead. “I did,” I said in all seriousness. Seating me on the lounger, he climbed on and sat beside me. “So you understand how tough the situation is? My mate is being stolen from right under my nose. Can you help?” He asked with such profound sadness that I had to extend my hand and pat his head. “Don't worry little one, I won't let anyone take Anna. We will get rid of that man trying to get close to her.” The belief that she was my woman now had cemente