BRYNN.EIGHT DAYS AGO.The excitement I had felt when I stood before the mirror quickly deserts me when I turn to see Asher leaning against my door with his hands crossed to his chest and a too big of a grin on his face.A frown falls on my lips. "What are you doing here?" I ask, and he chuckles. He simply slips his hands into his pockets as he pushes himself off the door, waltzing further inside as if he owned the room. "I’ve missed how much you admire your beauty.""That doesn’t answer my question." I watch with narrowed eyes as he goes to the other corner opposite me. He presses against the edge of the single desk next to the bin. "You don’t look happy to see me."I cross my arms to my chest and lift a brow. "And that’s a surprise because? How did you even get in? I think it’s time I tell—""Calm down, Princess." I hate that voice. I hate the name he calls. And I most especially hate the taunting smirk that appears on his face as he moves from his spot, striding closer to me. "I hav

FELIX.I think there was a time when I’d have died for Asher. I’m not exaggerating; If it came to it, I’d have gladly taken his death so he would live.It was the time when I first came to this place. I had one friend, a job, and my life pretty much didn’t have any purpose. I was just existing, rather than living.I didn't have Lemuel. I hadn’t found the boxing arena. I just had Asher.I’ve felt very furious with him in the past. He could be infuriating when he wanted to be and we’ve had many fights, but I had no deadly intentions during any of them. Even with all the past fights we had about Brynn, I’ve never wanted to kill him; I just felt the need to hurt him.But now I do. I want to take his life and I wish I could say I’m joking. I’m not. I sincerely want to wrap my hand around his throat and watch him struggle by my feet as I take the one thing that’d keep him living.That strong urge burns through me and I embrace my anger as I climb down the stairs, my steps fast and heavy. My

FELIX.I remove my helmet and hang it on the handle of my bike as I stare at the house in front of me.I look to the side to make sure Asher’s car isn’t there before I start moving. Once I get to the door, I look around once more before I input my key and turn the knob. I slide through the door before removing my key and dropping it into my pocket.The house is quiet. I gaze to the living room, to the clothes littered across the floor and over the arm of the sofa. With a shake of my head, I move further inside and take the hallway to Asher’s room.I mumble a word of prayer for it to be opened and my heart leaps with joy when I turn the knob and the sound of the door creaking echoes around. I soundlessly make my way into the room even when he isn’t around to catch me. His room is neat compared to the living room with only his bed untidy and, without wasting time, I make for the drawer by his bedside. I search through every single one for anything he could have that tape on—a phone he do