We moved aside my studying notes, and placed the knifed helmet on the table. Immediately, Asher retrieved his phone and began taking pictures. “For Chase and his article,” Asher said. “Should we call the police?” Asher hesitated for a moment. “No. We should let Joseph believe for now that his
My heart leapt forward in my chest. Did Asher just imply that he was my baby’s father to these girls accosting me? “You can’t mean…” the cheerleader sputtered. “Surely you’re not…” Asher shrugged like it was no big deal. “Why not?” Aimee laughed. “Yeah, why not?” I rubbed my forehead. What w
Even so, I wasn’t sure what his relationship with me would mean for our baby. I really wanted him to be the father, but… I also wanted to be a family. Mom, Dad, and child. If Asher wanted a platonic relationship, I didn’t know what that would mean for my family dream. I wasn’t ready to make my d
Asher adamantly did not want me to go to see the Vice President of the Academy, despite being summoned. I understood his concerns. Fear itself was quaking through me. But I couldn’t just ignore it and hoped it all went away. We already knew it wouldn’t. Asher gave it some thought, and then d
“I hate sending you into danger. I don’t care how nearby I am. Unless I’m between you and the threat, I’ll hate it.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and burrowed comfortably against him. I couldn’t promise him that I would be fine, because I just didn’t know. But I believed so much in him
We let Chase into the room. In his arms, he carried the recording equipment we would need. He placed each item on the table, then turned to me. “Ready?” I doubted I would ever be ready, but I was as close as I could be. So I nodded. The recording device was very small and hidden within a
I’d survived so much already. I’d survive this too. “It’s time,” Chase said from behind us, breaking our moment. Asher lowered his arms and I moved back a step. “You got this,” Chase said. I heard him both in front of me, and in my ear. Asher stared at me with his ocean eyes. He nodd
I would never accept an offer like this, even if the vile club hadn’t been part of it. I intended to get by on the strength of my own abilities and merits. I had no interest in accepting handouts, no matter how generous. But this offer was not an act of charity. The Vice President wanted me to p