C65 Chapter 52

Cirilla's Point Of View

I breathed in the scent of the coffee in my hands, loving the way the hotness seeped from the mug into my palms, working wonders in my body.

I heaved another umpteenth sigh like I've done in the last hour, rubbing a thumb on the small moon surrounded by ruby stones on my necklace, forcing myself to think about anything but Asher.

But it wasn't working.

I was worried