57:The Envy Of Scarlett Fire

LISA’S POV

The room was silent, save for the soft rustling of the curtains as a gentle breeze found its way through the slightly ajar window. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped tightly together, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me like a physical burden.

The events of the afternoon replayed in my mind, each memory punctuated by the same, unshakable feeling: Asher knew. He knew the chaos he stirred within me, the way his presence stirred something deep and ancient in my soul.

I could sense his gaze on me, even now, as if he were present in the room, observing, anticipating. It felt as if he expected me to accept his challenge, to adopt the identity he was so convinced was mine: Kiara, his missing mate.

The notion that I should master archery in a mere day, to strike the bullseye with unerring accuracy, seemed ridiculous to me. Yet, it was a challenge he had set before me with unwavering confidence.

His constant watch over me has become a source of frustration for