Chapter 64 Asher

• I had been doing my usual nightly patrol of the packhouse when there had been one hell of a clatter and thud from one of the rooms down the corridor, causing me to go and investigate. There should be nobody in the rooms, so I was on the defensive. But the moment I approached the room I could smell Bailey's smell. What on earth was she doing up and down here at this time of the night?
• ‘Never mind that you bellend. Is she okay? What was the bang?’ Zion added bluntly, and I realized he likely had a point, so I quickly opened the door.
• As I glanced around the room, my eyes instantly found her, sitting on the floor. Dressed in her pajamas, and her hair a mane of big brown curls, so different to the tamed straightened hair I had seen her with since she had arrived. As her eyes met mine, she did not seem pleased to see me. And her attitude proved much the same.