Chapter Thirteen: The Price of Silence Zarina’s POV I woke up slowly, my eyes blinking against the morning light that streamed through the window. As I stretched out, I reached for Asher beside me, but he wasn’t there. My hand brushed against the cool, empty space he had occupied only hours ago. A sudden chill ran through me, but I shook it off, pushing myself up in bed. I couldn’t help but smile to myself, remembering last night—how he had kissed me, how he had held me close, as if I was the most important thing in the world. But now, I was alone. The smile faded from my face, replaced with a dull ache in my chest. I stood up, my feet softly landing on the cold wooden floor. I needed to see him. I wanted to see how he is doing. I could already feel the emptiness in the house, the quiet pressing in. He had to be somewhere. I tiptoed through the halls, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb anyone. When I reached the living room, I stopped. I could hear vo
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