Chapter 65: Arrow
As Asher slept soundly, a cold gust of wind brushed against his skin, rousing a faint shiver. He shifted slightly, hands reaching to adjust the duvet and pull it tighter around him, yet, midway through the motion, he froze.
In the next breath, he sprang to his feet, his senses flaring as his eyes snapped open.
His surroundings bled into his vision, gradually sharpening. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow across the landscape below.
Trees, grass, and endless stretches of greenery extended for kilometres, cloaked in a creeping darkness that blanketed the earth, only barely pierced by the moonlight’s pale touch.
A gentle white fog clung to the air, drifting silently between trees and along the ground. It moved with an eerie grace, occasionally stirred and carried by the breath of the night wind.
’Where am I?’ Asher wondered, his mind spinning. He had gone to bed at exactly 7 p.m., yet now, he stood here, in an unfamiliar place.
He had no memory of being moved, no recollection of when or how it had happened.
’The True Awakening.’
He didn’t need to guess. He already understood. No assassin could have infiltrated the Wargrave estate, not while the entire family was present.
And even if some assassin with an overpowered ability had managed to slip through their defenses, they wouldn’t have wasted time relocating him. They would have killed him where he lay, not left him in the middle of a forest.
’Zarek... or someone else?’ Asher mused, eyes narrowing. Zarek had always managed to bypass his Omni Perception, an ability that functioned even while he slept.