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
The next few days, Aimee, Nicole, and I had our study sessions in Asher’s room rather than the library. With the looming threat of Joseph around every corner, we thought it best to limit any contact I had with the outside world. For the most part, this seemed to be working. There had been no more
Fear tremored through me, starting within my heart and quickly spreading outwards to the tips of my fingers. Asher collected me into his arms, but that didn’t stop my trembling. It was too severe this time. The fear too real. Joseph was everywhere. He would stop at nothing to hurt me, however he
I understood what she meant. It wasn’t like I wanted to be this stressed out. “There’s been a lot going on.” “Asher filled me in,” Nancy said. “But we need to find a solution. You and your child cannot maintain this level of stress.” “I’m going to the police,” Asher said then. “I wanted to wait
Asher gently brushed the hair back from my face. By now, Chase had visited and then left, leaving Asher and I alone in the hospital room. I closed my eyes, reveling in the softness of Asher’s touch. He was always gentle with me, but since being here, he had treated me like I was fragile. Like too
It was a nice little dream. Dad’s expression was much sterner. He’d been the cooler head before, telling all of us to take a breather before speaking again. I wondered now if our few brief days apart had been long enough. “Cynthia,” my mother said. Instead of the calming, worried tone I had been