At night, the long-anticipated storm finally arrived as expected.
Outside, the wind howled fiercely, and raindrops pounded against the glass doors, with the dim light outside only faintly illuminating the rustling leaves.
Sophie Smith had always been a light sleeper, and such noise was bound to wake her.
She opened her eyes, just about to turn over, when a slightly pained breathing reached her ears.
Was that Asher Land's voice?
What happened to him?
Sophie sat up with a start, and with a click, she turned on the lamp by the bedside. Instantly, the room was brightly lit.
Her sudden movement caught him completely off guard.
His face, contorted in pain, immediately came into her view.
"Asher..." Sophie panicked, "What's wrong with you?"
He furrowed his brows deeply, pressing one hand against his left arm, and the pillow beside him was already soaked with his sweat.
