Asher drove us out of town. Relaxed, I sunk down into the comfortable leather seat. The windows were opened a crack, enough for some cool air to brush over my face, chilling away any lingering warmth I felt from my embarrassment in Asher’s presence. In the background, he’d turned the radio up, som
I couldn’t understand how Joseph had known what Asher had said to me, word for word. It was something that had been said in private, and neither of us would have shared. Joseph should have had no way of knowing. Yet he still did. I know Asher told you to take it off. Right after he said he would
“Okay.” Asher came to my mind quickly. It was so easy now, to form a projection of him. With time, I’d also managed to control his glow somewhat, though he was still easily the brightest apparition I could create. It amused Lilith to no end. She didn’t tease me anymore, but I could feel her enjoym
Asher I gripped the pendant at Cynthia’s throat so tightly the sharp edges of the crescent moon cut into my skin, drawing dual pinpricks of blood. I was nearly lost to my wolf. It raged at the forefront of my mind, begging to be unleashed. “How dare someone else attempt to claim Cynthia? She is o
I’d regret that later. To hell with it now. I stormed down the hallway. I could guess where Joseph was. In the lounge, the soccer team was having their weekly meeting. I’d take on the entire team if they threatened me. Sure enough, Joseph was sitting at a table with some of his teammates. The more
I melted into Asher’s warm embrace at once. My entire body went slack. I’d have fallen for sure if his strong arms hadn’t wrapped so tightly around my waist. My tears were unstoppable though, forming warm tracks down my cheeks. I pressed my face into his chest, regretting when I dampened his shirt.
The next night, Asher and I stood outside of Brent’s dorm, ready to sneak inside. “Are you sure want to do this?” Asher asked me. “You look like you might be sick.” For me, this was less about wanting to do this, and more about needing to. For Aimee. For myself. “I’ll be alright,” I said. He sta
“You could have helped her get an abortion at the hospital. You could have stayed by her.” “No. No, you don’t understand. My reputation wouldn’t have recovered.” “So you sacrificed hers?” “I loved her, but…” I wished Aimee could see him now, for what he was. How could he claim to love her yet sa