The investigator came forward, stepping between the two girls. They looked annoyed at first, but after noticing the investigator’s official demeanor, they quickly backed off. “I’ve heard of your misfortune, Cynthia,” the investigator said. He watched me with his piercing eyes. I wanted to hide b
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But I truly don’t have the abilities you think I do. You are wasting your time talking to me.” The investigator showed no outward sign of reaction. He simply continued to look at me. “That is your final answer?” “It is.” I nodded. “A pity. I was truly hoping we could do t
I could hear Asher’s and his wolf’s thoughts as clearly in my head as if they were sitting next to me. Mine. Mine. Return to me. Cynthia! He was crazed, succumbed to his more instinctual wolf half. His feelings, more than even his words, beat into me like a battering ram. His desperation. His fe
The investigator hissed out a sharp exhale and finally lowered the gun. With those silver bullets safely aimed away from the love of my life, I finally felt myself breathe. When he released his tight hold on my arm, I barreled forward toward Asher, raising my arms. He caught me easily, clinging me
“Why have you packed?” he asked. My suitcase was propped up beside the bed. I frowned at it. “You know why,” I said. “It was in the email. I only have twenty-four hours to leave campus before they force me.” I weaved my fingers together. I’d been manhandled enough for a lifetime already. “It see
Chase stood in the center of the dorm room, looking first at Asher and then at me. “They failed you over one subjective essay question?” he said, scoffing in disbelief. “And they expected you to just get over it and move on?” His outrage helped fuel my own, replacing my depression and complacenc
“Thank you,” I whispered. He shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me for this.” His adoration was so simple, so easily given. All I had to do to earn it was be myself. I rubbed my thumb against his, hoping he could feel my returned affection. Chase sent the email to himself and then lean
Asher’s answer was a breath-stealing kiss. I clung to his shoulders as he delved into my mouth. He cupped the back of my head, giving me support as I turned to absolute putty against him. His other hand tightened on the small of my back, scrunched my shirt there into his fist. “Asher,” I gasped, w