“Oh, how lovely it seems the last asshole has arrived for his turn. Give me my f*****g key and leave me alone. Don’t you dare try and rewrite what happened six years ago, you know all too well what that letter was about, you read it yourself, and before you tell me you had gotten territorial, we both know that’s bullshit.”
Asher's amber eyes glinted in the moonlight as he leaned against the porch railing, my house key dangling from his fingers. He was the quietest of the triplets, the one who'd always stood back while his brothers took centre stage. But that didn't make him any less guilty.
"Imogen," he said, my name like it was something precious, something he had a right to taste on his tongue. "We need to talk."
"No, we really don't." I held out my hand, trying to stop it from trembl
