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(Asher’s POV)

The night I spent sleeping on the same bed as Elaine felt peaceful albeit short. Morning came, which means the biological clock inside me—which I’ve practiced since the repetitive rounds—woke me up from my sleep. I was about to bask myself in staring at Elaine’s sleeping face when her disappearance completely shook me up from my daze.

“Elaine?” My voice croaked in panic. Ignoring the utter darkness, I tried to fumble the bed until the edge and even checked the floor to see whether she’s there or not. Where did she go? Don’t tell me she committed another suicide? But I didn’t hear any suicidal thoughts of whispers, so where…

“Good morning, Master.” A slightly thin yet masculine voice entered my ears, startled me for a moment, before I creased my brows and heaved a tired sigh. I sat crossing my legs on the bed and rubbed my face.

“Good morning to you too… Ezra.” My eyes leered from one corner of my room to another. Like a ghost, Ezra’s tal