ASHER
I raised my eyebrow and stared at the man. A tidbit of information? He truly must have believed in what he had to say. Either that or he was a master of deceit. Regardless, I knew I had no choice. I had to take the bait.
I had to know about Cora.
“Fine,” I said, and I crossed my arms. “What do you have to say?”
The imposter cleared his throat. He seemed just as surprised as I was that I’d agreed to hear him out. He took a second and then began.
“Even back then I found the girl to be quite pitiful,” he remarked. “She looked so innocent. But there’s nothing I could do about that. It was a shame, really.”
My stomach turned as I pictured Cora. From his tone, I could tell she had probably been scared.
I wanted to strike him down.
What had they done to her?
“Get to the point,” I d
