In the morning, my good mood had remained, and I was ready to face the rest of the world, knowing I had such an amazing, talented man at my side. Asher walked me to class. “You can do this,” he told me, though it was needless. I haven’t felt this sure of something in a long time. Today I would p
Asher led me to his car, and we drove across town to the newspaper headquarters where Chase worked. Once inside, we followed the sound of Chase’s raised voice toward the open-door office of his boss. Everyone was so busy working that no one paid us any mind. “I don’t care what they said, sir. Can’
The boss glowered. “That cocky asshole.” That seemed to indicate an affirmative. “He’s bluffing, then,” Chase said. “He’s only trying to stop the article to keep himself from being implicated. I bet he has no legs to stand on. If the rest of the Academy administration knew who he really was…”
I watched Asher, fear gripping my heart. How much had he heard me say? Did he hear me say I loved him? How would he react now? Would he be repulsed? His face was carefully neutral. He continued walking toward us and sat down in his seat beside mine. “Asher, I…” I knew I probably should have ta
I worried my hands together and waited as patiently as I could. After a time, a key jiggled in the door lock. It opened. “Cynthia? Are you alright?” Asher asked as he crossed the threshold. His eyes were wild with worry, but when he saw me, he seemed to calm. “What happened?” I asked. He sides
I ended the call with my mom after discussing possible dates for me to visit. With the danger of Joseph on the loose and threatening me, I wasn’t sure if I should run to warn them of the danger or spend my time away from them. “I’ll support you however I can,” Asher said. “I’m torn,” I said, a
I looked at him, surprised. “You would want to?” He glanced at me. “Cyn, you are my mate.” He made everything sound so simple. You are my mate. Of course I want to meet your family. Like anything was ever that easy, especially with us. If only it could be, though. Maybe someday. Knowing Ashe
“I… uh…” It should have been as easy to lie about my pregnancy as it had been to lie about my projection ability. But, they were my parents. Deep down, I wanted them to love my child as much as I did, even if they had never given me any indication that they would. My mother’s expression grew ste