Chapter 80: Him

We could hear hushed voices travelling through the thin door. I realised that they were purposely hushed; it wasn't just the door muffling their voices. They knew we were here. Caspian seemed to realise the same thing I had. He shoved his phone into my hand and brought his lips to my ear.

"Don't come out," he ordered.

I shook my head, but he ignored me and quickly exited the bathroom. He left the door slightly ajar, just enough so that I could stay hidden, but not enough to make it look suspicious.

The voices became clearer now.

"Caspian?" Janet asked.

Caspian didn't respond. If I was in his place, I wouldn't have said anything either. How do you justify breaking into someone's hotel room and then hiding in their bathroom?

"Should have known Lewis and Rosalind weren't the only Stingers." Janet laughed, in a very demonic way. "Victoria sent you?" she asked, and without waiting for a response she continued talking. "She should have known there was no way she was getting that video back."

"You killed Lewis." Caspian spoke for the first time, his voice sounded a mix between angry and confused. Why was he confused?

"No, I did." I recognised the voice almost immediately. It belonged to the person who killed Principal Hugh. The person who burnt down the Sunset Community Centre. The person whose body I saw in the casket. The one and only Robin Hood. It couldn't be him. It was impossible. But I knew there was no way anyone's else's voice was that masculine and soft at the same time. It was him. I could feel it in every cell in my body.

I rushed out of the bathroom without thinking and ran straight for him. His coffee-brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, it had grown quite a bit. A hint of stubble dotted his chin and cheeks. And his broad shoulders offered the perfect place for my hands to rest as I took him in from head to toe.

"Asher," I wept, as I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Asher."

I wept into his chest, wetting his grey T-shirt. I breathed in his scent, allowing it to linger in my nose. His warm body calmed me, as his strong arms wrapped around me.

"Mads," he sighed. "What are you doing here?"

I came to avenge your murder. I came to kill your girlfriend. I came because I thought you were dead. I came here, not expecting to find you alive. But of course, I couldn't say any of this, so I kept my lips sealed. Hoping Caspian would somehow come to the rescue like he always did. But Caspian seemed just as lost as me.

I held on to Asher, worried that if I let him go he would disappear into thin air. None of this made sense. I was too shocked to ask what was going on, and also too afraid of what I would find out. And to be honest, I didn't actually care. Asher was here with me and that was all that mattered. We could make everything right together. He could piece our family back together. Everything could go back to just how it was before.

"What the hell?"

I suddenly realised Janet was still there. I tore my eyes away from Asher for a split second, to look at Janet. Her face was tired and it was even paler than usual, if that was even possible. Her hair was coiled into a single loose braid and her lipstick was chapped slightly.

"Asher, what are we going to do with them?" she asked.

I turned towards her and realised she had a gun pointed at Caspian's chest. Her hair was swept off her face and it coiled down her back in a thick braid. Her face held many expressions, but none of them were good. Anger and fear was the most prominent. It was the kind of fear that could prompt her to do something horrible, such as kill a person. And I had no doubt in my mind that she would pull the trigger. Why not? She had murdered so many people already. Why would she spare Caspian's life?

"Asher?" I looked to my big brother for help, hoping he could somehow stop his psychopath girlfriend from killing my boyfriend.

"Janet,' he said, his voice coming out as a warning. Her hands started shaking as she looked at him.

He held out his hand, and like the love-sick puppy she was, she put the gun in Asher's hand before giving him a look that I couldn't decipher the meaning of.

Asher handed the gun to me, his face stern. I noticed for the first time that he looked much older than he actually was. He had changed so much. His lips didn't look like they could curve to form a smile. His eyes were more mature, and a darker brown than what I was used to. His cheeks were more hollow and his freckles had faded.

When I made no move to take the gun. Asher lifted up my right hand and placed the gun flat on my palm. "Shoot Prince Charming," he ordered, with absolutely no feeling in his voice; like Caspian was just a body, without a soul.

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