ASHER’S POV
I didn’t sleep much anymore. Some nights I’d lie on my back, eyes fixed on the cracks in the ceiling, listening to Lila’s breathing from the other bed.
My pretty Liam….
Hiding behind baggy shirts and that hat pulled low over her eyes.
Every time she shifted in her sleep, every time she murmured my name, I remembered.
I remembered everything.
That night... the night things got spicy.
The blood moon was high and the academy was dead quiet.
I’d come back late after rounds, expecting to find “Liam” asleep, but she was wide awake, sitting cross-legged on her bed.
Her hair was coming loose, curling around her jaw. She looked so small, so tired.
She tried to hide it, but I saw through her.
Her scent hit me first. Not the faint, muddled smell of sweat and borrowed cologn
