I lay in my bed, struggling heavily to fall asleep at quarter to midnight. My mind still reels from my run-ins with Asher earlier today, and I find myself still trying to pick apart each aspect of what’s been revealed to me. So far, this is what I’ve got:
The man I thought was Kade Callahan, the movie star, is actually a man named Asher King, not a movie star. Silly me.
Asher and his family have lived in my hometown forever, and I’ve somehow never met him before.
There is something about Asher that everyone knows, or suspects, that’s bad enough to warn me to stay away.
Mable seems fond of him, but gave me a light warning, too.
Finally deciding I’m too restless, I throw my covers off, grab a book from the shelf, and make my way to the living room. I descend the stairs, a chill brushing
