Chapter 8
Sawyer
“Grandma Jean, that ring on your right hand, it’s really stunning,” Maeve says, the fake smile plastered on her face. I smother my scoff. She’s still trying to butter up Asher’s grandma because of her insult earlier.
She catches the smirk on my face and shoots me a dirty glare. There’s no love lost between us. Maeve thinks I’m trying to corrupt her man, but he was already far gone when I met him. If only she knows the real Asher... but she won’t learn the truth from me. I have no problem being his scapegoat. Let her think I’m the only bad one, I don’t care.
“Thank you, dear,” Grandma Jean says, smiling and twirling the ring on her finger. “Plenty of history with this one, believe me.”
“Well, considering we’re all gathered on a perfect night like this, why don’t you sh
