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She shivered and pulled out of his arms. She went back to the window, wrapped her arms around herself and stared up at a fat, glossy crow circling lazily in the slate gray sky above. Asher stood where she’d left him, and though she wasn’t looking at him she felt his eyes like two hot pokers boring into her back. “This isn’t on him. So let it go, okay? Don’t pick on him anymore. Let’s just pretend the whole thing never happened.” She hadn’t told him what happened between them; she’d barely mentioned Christian’s name at all over the past few weeks, and only when Ash had asked for updates. The only update she ever gave him was this: we’re not together. End of story. “I don’t like this, Ember. I don’t like this one bit. You’re holding something back from me, and you’re obviously lying to m
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