Davien's P. O. V
Ashenwild? This wasn't the first time Kian had mentioned it, he said something similar when he blackmailed Mrs Saint back at their estate. I recalled being curious over what it was, but didn't want to place pressure on him about it.
"And what is Ashenwild exactly?" I noticed two customers walk inside, the café was starting to pick up. We had better leave soon, before someone spotted or overheard what we were talking about.
Kian withdrew his hand and reached for his phone, he scrolled a bit, inputted some data then passed the screen to me. Uncertain, I peered into the screen, only to find myself staring at a photo of bags of whitish poweder in little plastic bags. The photo wasn't clear, and looked like it was taken in a rush, the greater part of the surroundings was a blur. And from the angle, I could tell Kian might've taken it discreetly.
"What am I looking at?" I lowered my voice into a whisper and leaned in.
