Misunderstanding.

Skyler opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She closed it again, her thoughts spinning.

Was he serious? Was he messing with her?

The casual way he sheathed his weapon, the way he stood there as if he hadn't just sliced through a monster that could obliterate an army—it was infuriating.

But at the same time, her heart betrayed her, skipping a beat as she took in his face. How could someone be this ridiculously handsome? It was almost unfair.

He looked like god himself spent a little too much time sculpting his features, pouring in extra effort and resources. 

Asher raised an eyebrow, noticing the look on her face—a look he'd seen more times than he cared to count. 

He wondered why she was already staring at him like that, especially when he'd gone out of his way to make himself less noticeable, toning down his appearance by darkening his hair and eyes to look more normal.

"You okay there?" he asked.