Asher glanced at her, his expression softening like a fool. "She wouldn’t lie about this," he said quietly, his tone absolute.
My wolf growled, furious, but I just scoffed, glaring at both of them. "Of course, she doesn’t," I snapped. "She’s way too good at playing the victim for that!”
Five years! Five years of building something I thought was real, and he didn’t even hesitate to take her side.
Wow.
Celeste reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Asher, please," she said, her tone all soft and sweet. "Don’t fight over me. I don’t want to come between you two."
I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and raw. "Too late for that."
"Lois," Asher said sharply, his golden eyes flashing with warning.
I shook my head, backing away. "I’m done, Asher! You’ve made it clear where you stand, and it’s not with me."
Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away, ignoring Celeste’s murmured protests and Asher’s frustrated shout.
I didn’t go back inside. Instead, I paid the bill at the front desk and sent a quick message to the group chat:
"Something came up. Enjoy the rest of the night—it’s on me."