ASHER
It’s cold outside. My breath comes out cloudy, like flimsy smoke. Kane is leaning against the lamppost across the street. The lights are off. But it’s pretty easy for me to make out his lithe form.
He’s dressed in all black. Turtle neck. Slacks. Dress shoes. Even his hair has been dyed jet black.
“What are you doing here?” I don’t bother with pleasantries. I have a long history with my cousins and that’s not how we roll. We are the kind of relatives that fight each other just to say hello.
Back in high school, I got into bed and nearly had my heart punctured by sharp spikes that Kane had left on my mattress. Apparently, he was leaving to go to college in Europe. And that little prank was his goodbye gift to me.
Hazel thinks her family is bad? Wonder what she would think when
