Asher went to open it.
Upon discovering Léana on the doorstep, an invisible tension crossed her eyes.
She…
They now knew she worked for Fishlegs.
But she shouldn't have suspected anything.
He therefore displayed a neutral expression.
— Leana.
She waved her hand in front of him.
- Hey ? I've been calling you for a while, are you okay?
He blinked, coming back to himself.
— Yes… sorry.
His gaze darkened.
— Miria... was kidnapped by Fishlegs.
Léana remained petrified.
- What ?! How ?
Asher briefly summarized the events.
The shock looked genuine on his face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. But... Fishlegs won't hurt him. Well… not seriously.
Asher frowned.
- How so ?
— He needs her to find the grimoire. So… he will keep it in good condition.
Asher sighed.
— Yes... I imagine.
She raised her head.
— Do you have a plan?
- Yes. Everything is ready.
His tone clearly meant: no need to insist.
But Léana frowned.
— I want to come too.
Asher looked for an excuse.
—It's not possible. Everything is already organized. If we change the teams now, some will not agree.
She huffed, annoyed.
— Let me guess… Klaus?
Asher stammered.
—It…it's not…
"Forget it," she cut in, annoyed. I'm going to see the others.
She entered.
Then stopped abruptly.
His gaze had just fallen on Katrina and Klaus, still embracing near the window.
She remained frozen.
Asher joined her discreetly.
- How are you ? he whispered.
She replied in a low voice:
— Yes... but... is that appropriate?
She looked away slightly.
— Others might believe otherwise.
Asher observed the scene.
Then calmly replied:
—And if that were the case?
Léana's eyes widened.
- What ?! But… Katrina is her mother's age!
"And I'm going out with Miria even though there's a hundred years between us," he reminded gently.
He shrugged his shoulders.
—For supernaturals, age doesn't really have the same importance.
Léana remained silent.
Asher continued, more seriously:
— You know... we don't always choose who we love.
But we can choose what we do for love.
She turned towards him, her eyes shining.
—Are you advising me to give up?
Asher thought for a second.
"I advise you to do what is right.
He inhaled slowly.
— I'm going to tell you the story of a woman who loved a man to the point of becoming obsessed with him.
Léana listened in silence.
— She wanted to eliminate the woman he loved... to have her all to herself.
—And it worked?
Asher shook his head.
—All she managed to do was cause an accident. The man she loved almost died.
And after that... he hated her to the point of never wanting to see her again.
Léana's breath caught.
—And her?
Asher's voice grew softer.
— When she realized what she had done... she killed herself.
Léana remained frozen.
Shocked.
Hurt.
Asher gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
—Then make the right choice. The one you won't regret.
Léana's gaze slid one last time towards Klaus and Katrina.
Then towards Asher.
His eyes were full of sadness.
Without a word, she turned away.
And left the house in the silence of the night.