Asher's mind wasn't focused on the darkness surrounding him. Instead, he was desperately searching for a light switch.
His hands glided along the cold walls, feeling every corner and edge. He searched one side, then another, hoping his fingers would brush against something.
Anything.
But there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The realization made anxiety crawl beneath his skin.
Just what kind of hell had Xavier brought them into?
He turned toward the spot where Xavier had collapsed earlier. Thankfully, his husband was still breathing. His chest continued to rise and fall steadily.
At least he was alive.
That was something.
Then suddenly, Asher remembered his phone.
Goodness.
Why hadn't he thought of that earlier?
Quickly shoving his hands into his pockets, he searched frantically until his fingers brushed against the familiar shape. Relief flooded through him as he pulled it out.
Only for that relief to vanish immediately.
The screen remained black.
Dead.
