Asher looked at her soft hand for a moment before shaking it. Her grip was gentle, and her touch felt light, almost weightless.
"Same," he replied briefly, pulling his hand away. But she didn't let go. Instead, she clasped his hand with both of hers.
"You're strong," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with intent. "You've hidden it well, but I can tell just from touching you. You're the most powerful person here."
Her words weren't just quiet—they carried an enchantment. A spell wove through her voice, ensuring no one else could hear their conversation.
Asher's mask concealed any hint of emotion. He didn't pull his hand away this time, letting her grip linger a moment longer.
"You're observant," his tone was blunt, offering neither confirmation nor denial.
