Asher
Jasper.
My best friend.
Closer than a brother was laying on his bed, as I skidded into the room.
I had left Faith, not even looking back to check if she was ok or if Miles had stayed with her. I had run through the streets, shirtless and shoeless. With my pants gaping. Where I hadn’t done them up yet.
Miles had said it was serious but as I looked at the man who had been my wing man and partner in crime for eons he looked like he was sleeping.
Sure he was a little ashen, a slight greenish colour around the corners of his mouth but I had seen him look worse after to much drinking, especially on the human plane when he had what they called a hangover.
He had looked much much worse then.
“You just gonna stand there and stare Asher?”
I chuckled as I crossed the floor towards his
