Asher I got Cynthia into my car and drove her back to campus. But she stayed unnervingly quiet all the way back to her room. It wasn’t usual, her silence. So often, I was the one who didn’t talk and she was the one who would fill the void. I didn’t know how to act if our roles were reversed.
My wolf growled, dissatisfied, but begrudgingly agreed. Cynthia was worth more than the temporary satisfaction of revenge. If I was kicked out of school, I wouldn’t be able to protect her. Removing the memory card, I returned it and my phone to my pocket. Then I checked over Cynthia to make
I woke up in my room alone. It was still daylight and the spot on my bed where Asher had been sitting was still warm. He couldn’t have been gone for long. But he was gone. I wondered where he went, and why. I rolled into the warmth he’d left and tried to quash my swelling anxiety. I was still
“He threatened to expel Asher.” I worried my bottom lip with my teeth. “I don’t know if he’ll try or not.” “Thin-skinned weasel like that definitely will,” Elena said. I couldn’t let that happen. “We should report him,” I said. The group silenced at once. “Things have gotten progressively wo
When the administrative assistant in the faculty office told me that mates needed to be registered at the Academy, my thoughts came to a halt. After all, Asher and I were fake dating, not mates! She must have misconstrued our relationship. I could see how she would be confused. Asher was extremely
Asher’s heated gaze set fire under my skin. One minute, we were standing outside the faculty office, looking at each other, and in the next, he had my hand in his grasp and was tugging me, fast-walking, back to his dorm room. As soon as the door was closed behind us, he turned on me and pounced.
I met with Aimee in her dorm room. As she opened the door, she looked up and down the hallway before yanking me inside. Then she began to pace. “This nurse… Irene came to my mom’s house and asked all kinds of questions about the two of us. And Brent. She wanted to know if Mom thought it was weir
We stood next to each other. Asher brought me a cup of water. Occasionally, he would tap me on the shoulder and point toward something funny across the room. But we didn’t speak. We didn’t hold hands. We might as well had been two strangers existing in the same space. It was unnerving, and I hat